Psychotic Love

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Chapter One
Stephen - Sincerely

Isolation.

The dictionary definition of the word 'isolation' is "Far away from other places, buildings, or people; remote" I discovered that word when I was at a young age, but I could not recall the exact age.

I remembered that I was in an old-fashioned house when I was first introduced to that word, but could not remember the owner of the household.

I remembered my pink floor length dress that was slightly big on my timid body- Hanging off both my shoulders and my little child feet tripping over the long cloth trailing behind me. I thought myself as a princess and on some days, special days I suspected. I thought myself as a young queen. When I wore that dress, it brought a smile to my lips. I definitely remembered the dress, the feeling, the smile, but I couldn't remember who bought me that dress or even helped me pick it out.

There were no actual people in those memories. Just myself. All alone.

And I was feeling alone this very second.

I felt alone when I woke up.

I felt isolated when I began to absorb my surroundings.

It was pouring down a combination of rain and snow and it was wetting my body- Every inch of it. The fabric on my body stuck to my skin; It almost felt like a second layer of skin on my body. It was highly uncomfortable and to make matters worse it was freezing cold and I was sitting on an ice cold surface.

I was sitting in the middle of a stranger yard, or I believed a stranger yard. I didn't even know where I was this second.

It was raining and snowing very hard and it made it extremely difficult to look at my surroundings, but there were two things I was very positive about and that was the house or better-said mansion was gigantic. It seemed like there were two or maybe three houses combined creating a singular one

and it seemed like there were a very lengthy gate surroundings the whole property. Looking very difficult to get in and or to get out.

How did I even get in here? or better question how the hell was I going to get out?

Lightning zoomed passed through the grey clouds with a pound of thunder following straightforwardly after it. The wind picked up seconds after, becoming heavier and stronger pushing me to the right very roughly. I needed to search for shelter now.

Yet the only shelter I was able to receive was standing directly in front of me.

The stranger home.

Maybe the owner of the mansion wasn't a stranger? Maybe I was staying, or possibly visiting the owner for a weekend and I for some reason went outside, passed out and my memory somehow got erased.

That made perfect sense

-for a crazy person.

There was a possibility that the mansion could be my own property. However, I truly questioned that. By looking down at my wet clothing, I looked far from the part of owning a house like that.

I didn't even wear shoes leaving my feet bare and blue and I wore black jeans with many holes that I wouldn't prefer wearing during a weather like this and a grey hoodie that was way too big for me. It seemed like a man's hoodie and most definitely smelled like a man. Way too much cologne and a cigarette smell lingered on the jacket making me almost want to gag.

Yet, I left on the hoodie for two reasons. The first reason was that it was too freezing to take off my only source of warmth. I may have lost my memory, but I didn't lose my common sense, and reason two was I wasn't wearing anything underneath besides a black bra.