Fiction

 I don't know how long this has been happening. Days, hours or even seconds. Huddled in the basement, all of us. We all are crying softly, like if we cry louder, the storm will raise its voice too.

I walk into the store with my head high and my shoulders back. I walk down one isle and don’t shy away from people looking in my direction. My walk is steady, but my heart is racing.

Restless, I open my eyes. Weird. I do not hear Hazel’s soft breathing. Instead, I hear footsteps. Deciding to go back to sleep, I lie down again, urging myself to just fall asleep. Just fall asleep. Just fall asleep. Just fall asleep…

When I was younger, probably six or seven, I thought monsters were using my toothbrush. Every morning before school, I would brush my teeth, and every morning my toothbrush had dried toothpaste on it.

Sarah had always wanted to dye her hair. She had never had a favourite colour, though, so she had trouble deciding. Eventually, she decided on green.

Finally. The day I had waited for for ages. I was going to pick out my very first dog. I entered, and immediately took notice of about five dogs. I spent hours there, trying to decide which one was best for me.

“Sometimes, the things you love the most are the things you need to give up in order to live.”

   She wakes up on Saturday morning, unable to move.
Questioning her existence.
Wondering why she lives here. 

   No time for breakfast.
Woke up too late.
At least that's what her mom says.

CHARACTERS: ROGER LOVE is young, beautiful and stylish, his glamourous attire obviously making him feel out of place in his surroundings.    BIANCA NILSSON is a woman in her thirties, sophisticated and stern.