Crazy or Creative

Sunshine shimmered again a sweet teenager’s skin. She glanced over her shoulder at a stunning city skyline. Thoughts of her day blossomed in her memory.
   The girl placed her left hand up to her chest. Her light brown hair drifted over her shoulders, in a chilling breeze. The girl started down at the street below her.
   She imagined how it would feel to fall. How much her body would hurt from the wind ripping through her body? She could only imagine what kind of a person would want to die that way.
   The girl turned her back to the street. She smiled down at the pool in front of her. The girl ran towards the clear blue water.
   Her slightly tanned skin shimmered in the sunlight. She dove into the pool head first. The clear blue water sparkled over her skin.
   For one moment she felt free to do whatever she wanted. The girl stayed under that what, as the sun started setting behind the horizon. She watched as the beautiful sky shimmered with radiant colors.
   The girl closed her eyes for one moment. She opened her eyes once more. The girl sat on a mattress in the middle of a plain white room.
   She stared down at her white clothes. The girl could only imagine where she wanted to be. She was declared crazy from the age of fourteen.
   A mutter came out of her mouth, “Am I crazy or am I just creative.”
   She stared straight in front of her. The girl stood up from the mattress. She watched as flames flickered around the edge of the mattress.
   A smile of joy grew across her teenager's face. The girl lifted her hand up towards the ceiling, as the flames roared higher. She took a deep breath in, as she closed her eyes one last time.
   There was a silence chuckled that echoed from behind the white walls. The flames vanished into a puff of smoke. The white room was covered in silence from the emptiness that remained.