Impulse [Raulson]

Murder House

This is suppose to be an interesting sentence as this is going to be the opening sentence to this story. My family thought I was spoiled and ungrateful because I complained a lot. Truth was I felt tired most of the time. Later on I discovered that I have been suffering from anxiety disorder and depression, which was weird considering how happy and loud I was especially with my friends. My therapist said that I repressed too many things and although my problems never hit me right away, it was still there, it crept underneath my skin, flowing through my veins, a beast been living inside of me and it gave me mood swings. Humans are weird, it's like we are trapped inside our own flesh and controlled by our own brain, not the other way around. The day I was diagnosed I realized that I may be a stranger to myself.

I kept going through every pages, trying to look for another scene with Bilie Dean in it. Amanda was on the couch eating Chinese take-outs while watching videos on youtube.

"Your food is getting cold." Amanda said.

"It was on the antarctic side when it got here." I said.

I continued reading when all of the sudden the room got quiet. Amanda paused her video and turned to me.

"Put that down. Eat with me." Amanda begged.

What would I do without her. I'd probably be half dead in my bed serenaded by sad songs, starving, and dirty from not showering.

The video was played again, I sat next to Amanda and ate with her. We watched videos of idiots trying to defy physics. It wasn't that funny but to Amanda it was amusing.

"Wake me up at 4 am tomorrow? First day of shooting."

"Sure." Amanda said still looking at her laptop screen.

The first day of shooting was always terrifying to me. We never knew what to expect. I mean yea, I met the director, producer, and some of the cast that I would have scenes with. But what about the rest of the crew? The other cast? I got panic attack just thinking about it.