There's a place where the kids run wild and their lives are free to do whatever they want. A place where everything you could image, came true. This place is called Fantasy. A world of pure imagination. The place I go to when the world around me crumbles into despair. This place, this existence makes me wonder, if I truly belong in that world or this one. My name is Ashling Day, and I'm a 14 year old girl "lost in my own world" my mother would put it. I had dark short hair and brown fair skin. I loved my skin color, but most of all I loved my eyes. They held my inner most secrets and desires. Those dark brown eyes. But my family despises them. I hated my life with my family. They were the utmost rude and destructive people. My mother, Mistress, she was a woman of high class taste, with low class money. She never worked a day in her life, but found ways of getting the money. As you guess she 'used' men for their money and threw them to the side. I wonder why I even care to put up with her. She never took care of me. I was left to fend for myself. Oh and don't let me get started with my father, Mack. He goes out and sleeps with any woman he can find, takes their money when they aren't looking and leave. The worse thing 'bout my father, he is a drug dealer and a gangster. He barely comes home without a bullet wound or two. Him and mother fight about everything nothing's different. He says she's a lazy bitch or she says he's a good-for-nothing man. Then I come into the picture, he complains I don't eat enough and said he planning on taking me from her or she says he don't have a job and a repeat offender, they would lock him straight up. And on those days, my world begins to transition. The World Of Fantasy.

In this world they don't exists. I free from those who hurt me. The hate isn't there, only love, but something's not right. Why does it feel like reality and my world is fantasy?

"Ashling, what are you doing?", my mother called to me," Get in there and make some dinner!"

She mumbled how useless I was and said I don't deserve to even live. It did hurt to hear those words, but I swallowed my pride and kept going. Sometimes I wish my father got his life straight , maybe we can leave the woman who brought us all this hell. "Are you done yet?", I yelled no to her she makes my life harder and harder. "Hey baby girl", my father said to me while kissing my forehead. "Hey daddy, is there any wounds I gotta wrap and patch up today?" , he shook his head no. "Ashling, I know that it's hard now, but when I get the money, we gonna leave this place. You took young to act like a house maid to that woman, but you gotta do it or she will take you away from me.", I knew he was only trying to help my nerves. "Yeah, I understand, but daddy why can't you get a job? Why make it harder on yourself? ", he just smiled at me and just kissed my hand. "You will understand soon, Princess.", for a minute my heart skipped a beat. Only one person called me that. But he's not real. He's in The World of Fantasy.

"Are you done with dinner, child?", she came in, I nodded yes and left out with a plate of my own. I walked to my room, where all the money my grandparents left me, hell even a few of mother's boy-toys gave me some just to get me out of this ugly, filth ridden place. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes. Drifting off to sleep. Hoping my world will become peaceful.