A 17 years old girl.

She whispered something about life… But was she really alive?...She was quiet; she touched the deep of silence with her warm hands and she wondered if being alive means breathing. In fact, life is everything but whispering. Life is that joy, those loud sounds, the rainbow, the sun, the music, life is shouting, life is thinking outloud. Yet she whispered while talking about life. They said what a shame, how can a dead girl talk about life? …In a pitched voice they couldn't hear, she screamed. She wanted to tell them a story about a 17 years old lost girl, she wanted to find the strengh,she was feared. Fear was her only friend, even if it made her sad at least she wasn't completely alone. While everybody left the scene, fear was there for her. Her noblest fears learned her how to carry on and how to get over lies her imagination could create, lies about emptiness, loneliness, being loved...Her own fears are the melody of love she comforted herself with , and the melody of tears she could clean her soul with. Yet she wanted to escape, to never land to wonderland... wherever her little monster can live and breathe peacefully, 'cause in a world full of violence, superficial humans, and beautiful lies, in a world where she lost every piece of trust, it's hard to survive. Even the oxygen became a poison to her. She thought maybe she is that poison, she is the deadly nightshade… She didn't listen to music as she used to do daily, even music couldn't support her weaknesses this time .They were asking her to be more patient when she wondered why. “Everything is going to be alright”, they replied. Was she able to be optimistic?..She tried, many times... But they wouldn't give her a chance. The only thing she wanted is a hand to hold, a heart as a shelter. But people became so rude. They can't even share feelings, if they had feelings. What a shame, what a poor society. In fact she wanted to give them some of her light some of her warm love; they haven't refuse her. They broke her heart instead. She tried writing about her tiring destiny, but she found herself doing nothing but writing about writing, and how did this offer her the help she never received from a human.Luckily, she got the power, and by cherishing the journey on her diary's papers and controlling the noblest fears whose making expectations and pushing her to disappointment was the horrible manipulation she endured her life suffering from. In fact she's a warrior; she was fighting by writing down all her toxic thoughts and feelings. Winning or losing the war wasn't her real deal, she just wanted to be her again, she wanted her dreams, her hope, her faith back. No matter what are the consequences she will keep fighting to take back her soul. Finding herself deep into her words of the special wisdom she evolved was like finding the ying to her yang. She became a wallflower that made the sphere and the moments she started making around her smell hope, love and the time machine’s oily savor who pushed her imagination to travel across oceans whom only exist in the peaceful earth she was fantasying about.Fantasia.The land she created for herself, the beach where her shapes can sail, her own empire, where she can protect all her dreams from the empty critics who ruined her pride. But fortunately she had her pride back.Hope,love and the time machine became the new keys she unlocked her spirit and opened her heart doors with.Hoping,loving and travelling in time using her time machine is all she spends her time doing. She hoped, she loved, she travelled. And who said that a time machine cost a fortune, a passionate heart can afford everything the imagination wishes to have and that's what helped her, her open mind and bright soul offered her the opportunity to go wherever she wanted at anytime with just a pencil and a paper and some words.

By Imane Tourbi the talented friend of mine and I.