all things don't have a happy ending and not all things need one. This is a short stories of a little girl named (insert) who couldn't stop daydreaming. this doesn't seem like a big problem but she couldn't stop she would pace in her room where a portal to a new would open up and would close for hours at a time a class project lays on her desk that due the next day but she haven't stared her part. but all she could think of was her riding her magical dog in the sky trying to run away from the evil army of hairball spitting cats. they have her corned then she hears her named being yelled angerly it's her dad. her heart skips a beat or two as she slowly creeps out of her room sh feels her head spinning in the wall closing in on her she walk down the stairs but her obviously drunk dad have gotten to her mother instead her mom sees her in shakes her head with a scared expression. guilt starts to rush in her body as she turn around and go back to her room. then she hear yelling banging and crying before she drowns herself back into daydream that project never gets done she fails it and her group-mates get a lower grade but thats better then having to live and the nightmare we call reality.
i hope this is what you meant and that i didn't take to long you might have to shorten it some and revise it because i suck at writting btw this is based off a condition called maladaptive daydreaming so go check that out
Just think how you would respond if someone said "I don't care." You would prolly wanna know why they're even there in the first place if they in fact do not care
