Alethea never disclosed the day of her birth to anyone, it was too much attention. She didn’t want to be flocked to with gifts and presents. The only person who knew her day of birth was her mother, who was mute. Alethea continued with her normal wake up routine, only to find something a bit more odd. Outside her door a present sat, rectangular and wrapped in vividly toned gifting paper. Alethea was puzzled, at how this could of got here. Her mother had never gotten her a gift, she knew that Alethea wouldn’t accept it. She glanced both ways, and then picked up the present from infront of her bedroom door. A tag hung from the back, merely saying happy sixteenth.
“ How queer.” She thought to herself, nodding her head in disbelief. She dug her sharpened nails into the packaging and teared off the wrapping paper. A painting, of sorts was revealed- the imagery in it was unclear. She pressed her finger against the materiel that was used to design it.
She watched as her vision blanked out, as if it was a protection mechanism.. It wasn’t long before Alethea reopened her eyes looking up at a new sky. Her hands pressed onto soft grass, much different than the dead polluted grass of your former experience.