My personal hell

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure, but if I had to guess I would say it looked a bit like this. Green grass rolling with strong wind, the faint sound of waves crashing against the cliff face provides perfect ambience. Light rain creating puddles and mud.

My friends and my family having fun, laughing and singing. The biting wind sends blue kites soaring.

Everyone is happy, but me. Because I'm on the otherside of a glass pane, they can't see me.

They can't see me as I gasp for air. The scorching sun beats down upon my back, making my skin red, peeling and blistering. Aching fists pound against the glass. They can't see me.

Their laughter taunts me, turning shrill and demonic. Instead of grass and dirt, dry sand pulls me lower and lower. Slowly sinking until I'm suffocating.

With my screams of terror, and desperate pleas for help, they finally turn to see me, but they don't move. No reassuring words, no helping hands, just their laughter ringing in my ears as I'm dragged further into the depths of the wasteland I can't escape.