Reality

I do not often write any type of story, and am only posting this for a contest.

Cloaked in self-hatred, she dreamed her way out. A way in which she could love herself. The pathway on which she walked gave her all of the hope in the world. She was finally able to hug all of the flaws that she despised. And kiss the marks left upon her heart. She was cleansed. Her faith renewed. At last, the light in her eyes could shine, the fire in her heart blazed, and the smile on her face was broad. Her happiness returned in full. It was almost tangible. She was at peace. When all of a sudden... Reality came swooping down like a hawk on a mouse. It picked her up roughly, and carried her out of that dream world. It dropped her hard on the ground. Her knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed. Dread crashed down on her all at once. The cloak was placed upon her shoulders once again, heavier than ever before. Now weighed down with not only self-hatred, but depression at its fullest. This reality is not even hers. It was placed upon her by so many. The words that they cut her with. The looks they threw at her. She was given this, but she did not want it. And now, she is stuck. She is stuck in a reality she was cursed with.

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[fresnikson]

I really like your writing! You describe accurately without saying too much. You can only imagine what she has been through.
And don't we all daydream a bit? Until someone chants our names, or some strange sound occurs ... or like you said, a hawk comes swooping down and carries us out of our dreams. :)