It was all a fake. All of it. All of it was in my head. My mom kicks me in the ribs. Harder than before. I try to get up, but she swings the nearest thing to her at my head. Unfortunately that thing was a huge waterproof flashlight that had a handle it was so big. Just before it hits me I am on the floor again. She kicks me in the ribs. I get up and walk to my room while she yells at me. I slip of the roof and hurt my ankle and so on. It was all in my imagination.
      
       I had died in a world where I could get anything I wanted. Killed by my own thoughts.