Definitely not based on my reality...definitely not...

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She would image their beady eyes peering through the window that was never properly covered due to the too-big-to-move dresser in the way of the curtains. 

They were Disney villains when she was young. 

Blankets hid her small form against the bed as she dug a small hole out of the side and pressed her nose out into the fresh air while still shrouded within the mound. 

It was always then that she would find a reason to move. Be it that she was no longer comfortable or that her nose began to itch didn’t matter to the girl who just knew something bad would happen if she alerted the spies. 

Closing her eyes tightly, she focused on her hearing and waited until even the faintest noise cut through the silence. Imagining the villains looking away to investigate, she would quickly shift or itch before they could turn back to their task.

Despite her raging paranoia- though, at the time, she was unaware of its name –she would eventually fall victim to a deep sleep filled with strange tales of bridges, dragons, and empty fields. 

She was content with her nightly ritual and thought nothing more of it when she woke, but continued to fit her delusions into her daily life with mental tales of time-travelers keeping an eye on their future savior or enemies studying the hero before she gained her powers. 

As she grew older and less inclined to expect such innocence in the world, the unseen gaze became proof of a deity she had always been pressured into believing in. Though, that line of thinking faded within the few years she remained under her parents’ care, she abandoned her faith once she stepped foot into reality. 

It soon became the car behind her that had been following her for the past few streets only to be traded for another car that would take the place of the first. They were watching her, she day-dreamed, because she was important- powerful –but her enemies took her memories and were left assuring themselves she was still lost. At night, it would be through the edges of her window that refused to be covered that they would keep watch to make sure her dreams wouldn’t call to the forgotten life.

Perhaps it was her multi-dimensional family calling to her through a coma-like sleep, surrounded by IVs and heart monitors. Too many times had she heard her name being called without any source. What if, in another reality, she had been put to sleep and force-fed a life not her own? Or this reality was existed aside another and she became lost between the two without the benefit of her mind following after. 

It would have been anything; her paranoia. With her overactive imagination, it easily was. Labeling it with such a harsh term used for those disturbed and out of mind was too unnerving for her to consider. Rather she create a facade through her childlike line of thinking than accept that such an all-encompassing fear be named for what it really was. Let it be her lost family, the suffering rebels, her avid enemies, the comical villains, anything else but the truth. 

Happy in oblivion, she went about her life unfazed.

Until the day she found out exactly who these “villains” really were.

It began more simply than something so life changing should. At least, that’s what she decided. The simple social mistake 

To Be Continued...

...at some point, I promise.