Fake

Red's head seems to be everywhere. She racked her brain for anything to explain what she was feeling right now, but the only thing that she was certain of was that bits and pieces of her memories weren't coherent.

She gasped for air, her breathing hitched and became irregular. Perhaps she needed more air in her lungs and more oxygen to pumped into her brain.

Shadows danced around her and when Red looked up, she saw that her grandmama and the boys were huddled over her.

In her disordered situation, Red didn't even notice she had already curled up on the floor and was crying.

It was as if everything was a dream. A false memory that she pretended to be true. A memory that she tried so hard to admit as the truth.

She wanted to accept it as it is, but her heart and brain are clashing, her brain was tricking her heart to believe what she couldn't explain.