"Every mind has images that lets you escape reality, but not all images are better than reality. Close you eyes and image a dark room that's as cold as the dead of winter. You have no way to stay warm and chains attached to your ankles rattle in the darkness. They are cold but that doesn't stop you from getting up to look around. After awhile your eyes get use to the dark and you're able to see. You walk around alittle before realizing you're not alone, what could possibly be with you? Voices start whispering as you walk closer to a door. You try to open it, but it's locked. The voices go silent as a cold hand lands on your shoulder and you turn around to see who's there, but nobody's there. Voices start whispering again "look at them", "what a disappointment", "they need to die", "what a loser". The voices go on and on with laughter in the background as you drop to your knees crying. A tall black figure walks up to you and extends their hand. You look up at the figure and only see a faceless person in a black suit. You can tell he's kind and won't hurt you, you take their hand and the voices disappear. You're now in a room with lots of lights and is extremely warm. You're wearing comfortable clothes, everything seems to be perfect until the figure disappears and everything goes back to how it was before. This continues everyday until you finally get use to it and you stop taking the figures hand. This is a depressing image, but it's my image. I've given you a good image of where I go to escape reality."
This is Lily's story