𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚 |𝟏𝟖+

20 || No Way Out

song: panic room by au\ra

tw: suicidal thoughts & self harm

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aurora moretto

A lot of people thought Sienna Moretto was weak.

They thought she was weak because she let my father control her. But that didn't make her weak, that made her human.

None of them could've imagined how scary it was to be her. To have her life in the palm of Vincent Marino's hands. Every aspect of her life was controlled by him.

If she wanted to escape him, take her kids far far away, she couldn't. 

Vincent was powerful. He had eyes and ears everywhere. 

When my grandmother died, my mother wanted to go home to Italy for her funeral but Vincent didn't want my mother anywhere near her family. 

So my mom ran away. She went to the airport but while she was getting her ticket, someone had alerted Vincent of what she was doing.

Vincent wanted her to need him so she could never leave. No one would hire her so she couldn't make her own money and her bank accounts were controlled by him. She could never get away.

I'll never believe that she was weak, maybe she was but I know one thing for certain. 

Sienna Moretto was smart.

She was smart and she was sneaky. 

She knew she couldn't trust anyone from New York. No cops, no doctors, no one. So she had assembled a group of people she could trust. People who had hated my father.

Like Dr. Saari. 

Looking at her now, I remember all the times my mother snuck out - against my father's wishes - to bring me to her when I had broken bones. 

I trust her because my mom did. 

And that's why I'm here. Because I trust her enough with the information for my vulnerable state. 

I watch her as she pushes her glasses up her nose while reading my tests results. "Schizophrenia, negative. Sleep paralysis, negative. Drugs such as, amphetamines, cocaine, LSD, ecstasy, all negative." She looks up at me, sorrowful. "Aurora, I truly believe this is beyond modern medicine. Those few things," She waves her hand down my test results. "I listed off, are only the half of it. All of it came out negative."

Sighing in disappointment and anger, I rub my temples and nod. "What the fuck." I whisper to myself.

I knew coming into this office that the likely hood of something coming back positive after so many negatives, was very unlikely. 

"Do you think I'm losing my mind - actually. Like going insane?" I ask her, just needing someone's opinion other than my own.

She thinks for a moment before answering. "There would be a medical explanation if that was the case." 

"Do you think it'll get worse? More frequent, maybe even worse images." Tears burn the back of my eyes, imagining this becoming my new normal.

She gives me a regretful look. "From the first thing that happened to the last thing that happened, has it escalated?"

Yes. The first thing that happened was me seeing a black figure the last thing that happened.. was Matteo murdering me.

"I can't keep living like this." I whisper, tipping my head back and taking a deep breath.