Paradise

 Every time she closed her eyes she dreamed of a paradise. A place where there was no hate and arguments, no anger, but love and acceptance, happiness and togetherness. Everyone was friendly and knew each other, spend time with everyone and happiness ruled the world. Everybody did what made them happy, and only good things made them happy. No one hurt anyone, no pain or sorrow, no depression or psychosis, everyone was healthy.

But her real life was like hell. She was drowning in pain and loneliness, her family didn't care about her and her friends didn't notice her. Her boyfriend who she had thought was the love of her life cheated on her multiple times, and mostly with her friends. She had a deep depression which no one tried to treat because no one knew about it. The only person in the world who actually cared for her, her grandpa, had died of old age, and she was all alone in life.

All she needed was one person who she could confide in, but no one cared about her or even spend any time with her, so she created that person in her mind. She created a paradise for herself and that one person who loved her more than anything. She wrote down their conversations and everything they did, and when she was writing or reading her texts, she was happy.

In their world, everything was pretty. There were no ugly or sad things. And no on else except them. Because she didn't need anyone else. Every night in her dreams she would talk and play with that person, she would tell him how she was lonely and no one cared for her, and how she was depressed, and he would tell her that he cared about her, that he loved her, and that to him there was nothing else except her. And he would hug her and everything would be good and she would be happy. But as always, she would wake up and face the harsh reality.

And always, when she woke up, she went to her desk and took her notebook, her favourite pen and started writing. She would spend hours writing, and soon she had many notebooks full of stories about her and him, and after writing for hours she would read, read until she fell asleep on her bed and dreamed again. She barely ate anything, and soon she became weak and thin as a stick. She lost dozens of pounds in mare weeks, but she kept writing until she was too weak to even get out of bed and then she just slept, waking up every few hours to suffer, and then fell asleep again for a while.

This was her life for weeks, and her condition went down really fast because no one noticed she was just sleeping all day and didn't show up to eat or anything. But the last moments of her life she dreamed about the paradise with him, and she was happy.

The slightest smile appeared on her lips, her heart beat once, and then there was nothing but complete silence. Nothing moved, nothing happened. Dead silence. She was gone.

And no one noticed.

Just a little story I wrote today, the song was Paradise by Coldplay, hope you like it~~! Comments and critique is appreciated!!