I Dream of a Boy

Strong, witty Becky Quindell survived it all.
Drunk, prostituting mother? Wrap a towel around her, add mild vinegar to her brandy, leave her alone.
Drunks patrolling outside their home? Keep the door and mother's mouth sealed.
Divorced Dad? Took a shot of vodka, burn any traces of memory of him.
Falling out of school? Read through Melanie's notes, no matter how little you learnt from them.

Throughout her grotesque life, she seek peace in her dream. They were calm, parted from reality. Until a mysterious boy appeared uninvited. His name was Dark, he was dream itself, beautiful and deep, and sometime altogether detached. Incredulous, Becky fell for him, a boy hardly solid in reality. However, there was a border between them. Dark could not express his affection for Becky, whom he fallen with when he was brought into her fanciful world, for he would drag her into the nightmare he desperately avoided. Could Becky clung tightly enough to Dark, and placed her conscious into his?

Budding romance? Try not to wake her.