Tilted dreams of me

Sipping my cup of coffee, I could feel the deep stares coming from all corners of the cafe, the cashier didn't stare much this time, i guess she's already used to it, I got used to it years ago, since I turned 16, and told my mom that I didn't want to dye my hair anymore, they strongly advised me against it but I refused I got tired of the same routine every morning, but then the stares were everywhere, I expected it but I wasn't ready I locked my self in the janitors closet till the school dismissed, that year my parents concluded to take me to a boarding school in a far city, I didn't just affect me, it almost affected my parents, my dad owns The law firm in UK, just name the case, they'll win it and my mom is the CEO of LET IT SHINE a company dedicated to produce the best hair products for both whites, blacks, mixed, Asians, etc you can say all this are great achievements but that's why the year, it hit them hard we were not just people influencing the country with our very good achievement but we are royals, so my hair scandal didn't just affect me and my parents it affected the crown, the family's name, you see my great, great, great grandfather found favor with the royals of UK, he married the first child of the king which made his child heir, which made us royal blood, it's always alot, especially when attending national events and being surrounded by people flashing lights on my face, my parents loved the attention, my mom was always obsessed with looking perfect, she dyed my hair since I could remember, but after my 16th birthday I got tired of the routine, only understood why when I wore my hair to school, it didn't take a long time for my parents to transfer me to Switzerland where I finished high school, here I just read mostly novels, literally anything that would help me forget I'm existing for the moment, I hated questions and people asked that alot, so wearing my earphones and spending most of my time in the library and my dorm room, helped me avoid questions like " what dye did you use, do you ever watch your dye off has it always been this white," urgh people should really learn to mind their business... few years later I graduated and yes I skipped the ceremony or party or whatever it was for a weekend of me and my books, my mom told me to take a gap year and honestly I couldn't agree more. I got a house at the outskirts of the country it was vintage style, like the ones from a dark fairy tale, and I had series of books in my bookshelf and I had a room for it too, honestly the only thing I'm proud of in my life, sitting on my bed, curled up in my blanket and reading stories and picturing everything in my head while outside was cold and pale, in the next 25 days was my 19th birthday on a winter season, my mom used to tell me that that's why I had white hair because mother nature loved me so much she wanted me to look like one of her season, in Switzerland winter is so beautiful, it's the only time I come outside I liked to think that I'm thanking mother nature for loving me atleast she's not ashamed of me, after a few books I dose off, I always slept off with books surrounding me ********* I open my eyes, my vision still a little blurry, I'm lying down on what seems to be an endless garden of beautiful flowers, still trying to understand what was going on, somebody tapped me " Ada get up, we have to hurry" " who are you" I asked still very tired, the woman Infront of me, her grey hair was the healthiest I've seen so far and she had such beautiful eyes, she opened her mouth to say something then suddenly she started to dry up, her skin folding " what's happening to you" still surprised the sky turns dark and the flowers begin to die, f**k it's happening again, " Ada we need to hurry" turning back to the woman, her body has already dried up and was fading like dust from her feet, I didn't know what to do, I've been having nightmares but this was different, there was never a woman, or flowers or garden, just people dying, screaming and symbols and shadows but this is just different, a different nightmare, grabbing the woman's hand , everywhere goes blank, I'm alone again now all I could hear is whispers, from all corners, I'm already used to that " hello" I cried out, while looking for a door or someone, then one appears a door, opening it inside is quiet and void, just empty space it's definitely not the way out, I reach out to leave but the door won't open " urgh what now" ... suddenly the air becomes tight like that of being stuck in a burning building, turning around it's exactly as I predicted only this time there's no building just fire, big hot flames it was all around me, the bigger the flames got the closer it brought me to it, at a point I started hearing screams , like a billion people screaming in pain am I in hell, my skin was not burning, my clothes were not burning too but I could feel it, it was hot felt like I was burning, my lungs were begging for air, the smoke in my eyes, I wanted to shout for help but I couldn't even feel my senses, I managed to make a sound but it felt like I was tearing my throat on purpose, it was very painful, what is this, it's this how I die, in my sleep , slowly my system starts failing, my lungs were already stretched out I could feel them giving up, sitting there inside a flaming space no in hell, I was sitting in hell, helpless could barely keep my eyes open, then the door opened and what felt like the messiah, my savior and looked like a prince, he stretched his hand to me, his beautiful dark eyes looking down at me no single expression on his face, his hand was gentle and firm, held me up for what felt like a few minutes before I woke up again , turning to my left, I saw my book, my alarm clock and lamplight, I was so f*****g relived, holding my book close to my chest, my throat was still sore but atleast I was breathing air " what the f**k was that"