Artificial H.O.P.E

"All I want," Alexandra cried, tears streaming down her face, "Is to be normal! Is that so much to ask for?!"

Alexandra Facticius had never expected to find herself in a hospital bed, greeted by the unwelcome migraine and the peculiar whirring. Frozen memories of pristine tiles stained with blood flashed before her. It seemed like luck and fate had never been an acquaintance.

Immediately, a blurted sentence from a nurse caused Alexandra's strength to crumble into fractions. Salty tears poured down her coral-dusted cheeks, and her red-rimmed eyes were glued shut. She was now entwined in a world of webbed secrets and plans, and she was unwillingly trapped in the center of it all. Her hope - the flame of promise that sparkled inside her - had disintegrated into ashes of artificial ambitions.