Reality

It's been so long since she last dreamt that she had almost forgotten how it felt like. Her icy cold skin seems even colder under the pale blue moon. No breath escape her. She stares at the moon for a while before pulling her jacket hood to cover her head, making sure no one sees the marks on her neck.

She walks along the busy street, pushing her way through the people hanging outside the bars. How happy they look, she thought. She wish she could to feel what they are feeling too. As she enters one of the clubs, she looks around trying to find him among the crazy flashing lights and loud noises. Then she spots him, on the second level of the club, with his hands on the railings. He smiles when he spotted her face in the crowd. She hurries past the crowd, up the stairs to look for him.

"Out of breath?", he joking asks.

"Never." She pulls down her hood and looks at him in the eye. Her purple eyes makes him uncomfortable. He quickly changes the subject,

"What would you like tonight?", he asks as he leads her past the sea of people and through a bright red wooden door.

She pauses for a moment.

"I want to dream again."

She looks around the room. It was dark and she could smell a mix of the alcohol & antiseptic wash in the air. It makes her feel light in the head. The metal beds reflect the dim lights in the room. She walks over to the side of an empty bed, reaches into her pocket and pulls out a metal key chain and hands it to him, "Here, you can charge it to this."

"This is the third time this week. You sure you want to do this?" He looks at her suspiciously.

"No questions. Just hook me up." as she lays down on the cold metal bed, she shivers slightly, not from fear but from the excitement of being able to dream and feel again.

He pushes a trolley towards the bed, pulls out a cable from one of the machines and attaches one end to the marks on her neck. "Ready?", he looks at her. She nods.

He picks up a clear glass bottle from the trolley, pours the red liquid into the machine and flip the switch.

Her body jerks violently as the red liquid flows into her body. From her neck, her skin slowly comes alive. Her cheeks turn to a lovely shade of rosy pink, as though she's been out in the summer sun. She closes her eyes and goes into a deep sleep.

Fortress

Over the years, I feel that I've built up a wall around my heart. A thick stone wall and over time, a layer of green lush vines had grown over it.

Every once in a while, I let down my guard, peeking outside to see what's outside. Everyone says that life is about taking chances. But what if with each chance that I take, another piece of me dies? Like what SATC said, when did it stop being fun and start getting scary?

I cannot agree more.

I'm not quite sure if i'm young enough to just take things as it goes. Maybe it's safer behind the walls and watch from afar?