I lived in my own world...sort of like the

I lived in my own world...sort of like the Matrix but with unicorns

One day I came to realise I was distancing myself from others and it wasn't healthy. That is when I met her and she took me into her world. A world full of flowers and happy bounci

ng balls. She was exhausting. I got only one day off in 10 and she made me wear the red stilettos - you know, the ones that make you look too tall because they've got 5 inch heel

. The exhaustion took its toll and soon I could no longer stand. My spine snapped in half. Still wanting to cash in, she laid me down on a rollaway bed with wheels. She carted me

Into the Bounty Hunter' Saloon. I was nearly dead, but she still wanted whatever reward was still up for me. I licked the cyanide pill ingraved into my molar, deciding if it was wo

rth it to take my own life, rather than die by the hand of a smelly, illiterate, browbeaten ogress. I was worth twice as much alive than dead. The cyanide burned my tongue.

, but it helped wash down the drain cleaner I'd swallowed that morning while gargling. I coughed. Before swallowing the antidote, I crumpled up the note I'd just written

and let Fate have her way with me. The antidote apparently worked, I thought, as I came to 3 weeks later. But what happened to the crumpled note? I looked up from my bed just as

note. Looking down at the hastily scrawled piece of work, I noticed that it had a simple message written on it. "You just lost the game."