The world seemed to be oddly at peace. The cars slowly sputtered by, the sun kissed

everything golden, the ocean sighed as it sprayed salt crystals into the air, and the wind playfully danced through

her hair while she pedaled on her bike. But the fimiliar dark cloud followed right behind her

as if her shadow wasn't enough.

Deppresion?

No, rather it was a game of

reality and fantasy. A death game

called schizaphrenia.