Sienna Rose Sinclair was a girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. She knew too much. She had too many secrets.
September 1, 2009. The day she disappeared alongside Alison DiLaurentis. The secrets are unwinding one by one. After all, two can onl...
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XII. Bodies, Bodies, Bodies
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"I like this," Sienna murmured, burrowing her head into Jason's chest.
"Like what?" Jason's raspy voice echoed, his arms pulling her tighter.
"Waking up next to you." Two hearts beat in sync.
Sienna's eyes shoot open. The exhaustion from painting had taken a toll on her. A was forcing her into manual labor, likely creating more rooms to play in. They'd already recreated three. What was a few more?
The specs of paint spattered throughout Sienna's flesh like the specs of blood pooling from open wounds. Sienna had become accustomed to the sight of red specs flaking her skin, reminders of pain and anger. She was full of it. Full of pain. Full of rage.
If A gave her the chance, Sienna wouldn't hesitate to wrap her hands around their neck.
She'd come to imagine it over and over again. A killing her. Her killing A. Over and over again. Like a sick melody that played on repeat.
A had made her a killer. Both times she had taken a life had been led by A's hands. Now, the torture was driving her mad.
Mad people do mad things.
So, when the doors opened, Sienna sat. Waiting and waiting.
When the steel door slammed shut, she started screaming. Screaming for the pain, screaming for the loss. Screaming for the person she had become, broken and beautiful. Strong and blistered.
A carnation in a storm.
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Jason's mental health runs had increased exponentially since the disappearance of Sienna Sinclair. He would often run until his lungs burned and legs ached.
It was the only place he could be alone with his thoughts without crumbling.
Each step was a piece of his soul clattering in the chasm of his heart. The valves ached as he pictured Sienna's smile. The aorta swelled as he imagined her laugh. The veins parted as he smelled her perfume.
Sienna was the entirety of Jason's soul.
Running felt like being with her. The adrenaline increased, and the feeling of falling felt like being in love. Sienna was exciting and exhilarating.
It was science. Like his DNA was meant for hers.
"Sometimes I have a hard time expressing how I feel, but I'm good at using metaphors," Sienna admits, gazing at the water before her. The couple had snuck out to the Sinclair lake house near Cape May.
