Breeze

She was born different, she was raised different, she had more conversations in her head than in real life.
She was the kind of girl that people noticed - not for the right reasons. The kind of girl that needed to be locked up in a mental institution, too bad they could not handle her.

She had no reason to hate, but sometimes she could not help it. All she needed was someone to listen to her... someone to acknowledge her.
She was adopted by a woman who was nameless, she preferred it that way. She belonged to a family. A family that lived for danger, the rule of the house was take or be taken. She knew she had to be fast, but harsh...some called her Bree, but she loved Breeze more.

Beautiful, is it not? Imagination is a strong thing, but what happens when your imagination starts to control you?
What if it turns your whole world into oblivion?