Her wings used to flutter until they ripped her from the sky and bound her in chains. An underwater cave is now her home and the only memories she has of flying high are the images she painfully etches onto the walls. The jellyfish mock her with their tentacles and their ability to seamlessly float through the waters and all she can do is fight to break free until the water fills her lungs and causes her to blackout. She's hoping the lights come on soon and that this is all a dream because the marks on her ankles are becoming permanent and any signs she was ever anything different are fading quicker than the high tide.
"You need to stop dreaming about the impossible. It's called the impossible for a reason."
She was 7 and she wanted to be a fairy when she grew up, but they told her she needed to stop being ridiculous and quit dreaming. They took away her coloring books and sold her Peter Pan tape because she had grown much too fond of Tinker Bell and was becoming detached from reality. That was when her wings first began to develop and she had to find ways to hide them from mommy and daddy because she was afraid they would throw her out too if they found out. She learned to pick out her own clothes and tuck herself in at night and she even managed to sneak home a little storybook about fairies. Even now, she still sleeps with it as a reminder that at one point in her life she reached the impossible even though it didn't quite make sense.
"We all played pretend when we were younger, but that was back when we could afford to live through imagination and shove aside reality. Now, we have no choice but to confront reality head on."
She sputters up saltwater and gasps for air where none can be found and the seaweed is clogging her esophagus and threatening to cause her lungs to collapse. The chains have grown rusty and so has her heart and flecks are beginning to peel off and become one with the ocean. Fish eagerly swim by and lap up her exhausted remnants of a heart once strong as if they haven't fed in weeks and they are little golden flecks of fish food. She's lost count of just how long she's been a prisoner of Poseidon and her calendar disintegrated some time ago along with her ability to distinguish between what she was actually seeing and what was just a hallucination brought on by the deprivation of oxygen and the saltwater clinging to each and every pore of her now heavily wrinkled body. She quotes a line from Shakespeare before realizing love is dead and soon she will be too.
"You can always try to break the barriers and prove everyone wrong, but at the end of the day, you will always fall short. Each and every time."
She's finally reached a point where her brain is heavily deprived of oxygen and she knows it's only a matter of time before she suffers a brain aneurism. Her bones have grown brittle and her muscles vanished to where all that's left of her is a ghostly apparition and it makes her wonder if she's still alive or she passed on long ago. She's become so emaciated that her ribs are starting to prod at her chest and tear through her flesh and she can't remember the last time she had anything to eat, besides the words she constantly swallows back down. Her hands now slide right through the manacles that she has been donning on her wrists and ankles for weeks and she swears her captors will find her again and just bring her back, but she still musters the tiny pieces of energy left and slowly paddles to the surface. With one last gasp, she breaks the horizon and lets out a gasp for air as she finds it hard to breathe in air that's not contaminated with salt and everything else that lurks underwater. She reaches for her back and runs her fingers along her spine and frantically searches for her wings, only to find they're there no more and maybe they never were in the first place. As tragedy sets in, it all becomes too much for her and she silently lulls herself into a tear-induced coma.
She was discovered 3 days later by a little girl, a mirror image to the underwater prisoner. The little girl traced her fingers along the marks on the unconscious girl's back, whisking her back into the light. She awoke with a startle, fighting with whether or not she had really experienced the whole ordeal. The little girl scooted closer and wrapped her arms around her new friend and cried into her shoulder. When she broke the embrace, the little angel flew off much to her amazement, dropping a note as she disappeared off in the distance.
"Never underestimate the power of the human imagination. We are in a day and age where the unimaginable is blending into reality and one day, the word impossible will be erased from our minds and stripped from our tongues."