I got lost in a dream once. It was beautiful. I was happy. How did i know it was a dream? Happiness like that isn't real. Christa never asked for much, she kept her real self locked up. No one needed to see what was behind those walls. No one tried, no one even knew they were there. When you've held on for so long, the moment you let go it all crashes out. A/N This is my first attempt at writing a story with the intension that people will read it. I'm always open to suggestions, i'm here to please my readers.