Lost in the realm of myth

without a myth to notice, so I ate an apple instead. Inside that apple was honey, but the honey carried an insomnia curse, I couldn’t sleep. I was suffering from a shattered window; it made me bleed out of my shell. Out came an armored man, his smile brightened my day to shine. With a strong voice, he said, "My lady, is there some issue to be solved?"
In an unpleasant way, I responded peacefully, "I will not harm myself with your glamour."
He laughed and drifted away.
That night, I slept under a magical tree. But even with shelter, the sorrow of loneliness stabbed my soul with the sword of pain and regret. In a dark place, I humbled myself, acting careless. Time passed so slowly, I could barely recognize the tears falling from my eyes. In one minute, I was calm; in the next, I tossed and turned. The night passed as if I were drowning in a field of torture.
In This World of Myth…
The morning light saved the sun from the rain that fell from the Goddess above. It woke me. I started thinking, this might be a good day. In fact, I started running, searching for something to keep me alive. Whether it was a feast of the lords or the bread of the poor, I didn't care.
I got tired and stopped in the middle of a vast green field. A huge mountain stood before me. At its peak, a cave. I decided to cave in, hoping to find food. I climbed the rocky path, my feet bleeding with every step. I cut down the meadows of love without pain or fear, but when faced with true consequences, I took them seriously in the stomach.
When the shadows began to disappear from my sight, I knew the sun was setting. I had to move quickly. I had to reach the dark mountain before the stormy vortex swallowed me whole.
I ran as fast as I could, losing every ounce of energy as if racing against the wind itself. Suddenly, something grabbed me, lifted me from the ground, onto the back of a strong gray horse, galloping so fast its hooves pounded like thunder in my ears. Dust rose, blinding me. The world spun, and then darkness.
Cold water splashed on my face. I woke up shivering, cursing the doer.
I stood, wiping my face, groaning, "Why, in the name of God, would you do that, you fool?"
Silence.
"I repeat, why would you do that, you cruel man?"
He left me without an answer for thirty whole minutes. Then, finally, he spoke.
"Would you rather the vortex took you away, to the land of spirits, without a solid body to protect you?"
I yawned and walked away, secretly hoping that handsome man would follow. I glanced back. He was still sitting on a large rock, next to his horse.
I kept walking toward the forest. The wind picked up, playing with my hair. Then, a voice called my name.
"Go back to the place you were before."
I hesitated. I should have listened. But instead, I cursed.
A stronger wind came, carrying a louder voice.
"GO BACK, ALANA, TO THE PLACE YOU WERE BEFORE."
So now that you know my name, let me tell you more about myself.
My name is Alana. I used to live in New York with my only brother, Matthew, and my sick father, David. He had been battling brain cancer for over a year, a strong man, doing his best to fight off those invaders. Let’s hope he survives.
As you might have noticed, the mother isn’t in the picture. Well, THE MOTHER left us when I was a young girl. Left my father for another man. That makes her a cheater. Her name was Jennifer, and I don’t want to talk about her anymore.
Matthew was my younger brother, only sixteen. He was homeschooled due to financial issues. He had dark brown hair and, for a kid his age, a perfect build. He was smart but a loner. Drugs were his only friends. I did everything I could to help him, but it was no use. And with THE MOTHER gone and Dad bedridden, Matthew never got the support he needed.
I am a girl turning twenty in about a month. I have brown hair and blue eyes, like the ocean at midday. I always wear long dresses. I recall having red cheeks. I am more of a secret keeper than a talkative maniac. I like sitting on a park bench, watching people and their weird behavior. Those creatures make me wonder, make me want to wander inside their minds.
I think I’m different. I think I might have abilities humankind doesn’t.
I am human, I believe, but I am one of a kind. I carry only my notebook and a pencil.
That is me, Alana.
One day, I went to sleep. The next, I woke up in this stupid world of myth.
How did I get here? Who brought me here?
Those questions will be answered when my journey in this realm comes to an end.
I went back.
"I knew you’d return," he said.