She was daydreaming again, and that was the most dangerous thing she could do, but she couldn’t help but be happy for a minute or a two, she was desperate, desperate to leave this so called life of hers.
She daydreamed about the noise in her house full of her parents laughter instead of angry voices, or silence because they had nothing to say instead of silence with tension.
She daydreamed about her sister living past June because the doctors say she will die soon.
She daydreamed that her brother would stop drinking every night to numb the the pain away because alcohol doesn’t drain it away, it stays and drowns you until you can’t breathe.
She daydreamed that she could leave this so called life of hers.