Insanity

Prologue

                                                    Prologue

"I'll be the one who whispers sweet nothings in your ear, one minute you'll be on top of the world, but you better believe that if you hurt me you'll come crashing down, I know all the possible ways this could turn out."

The sparkling blue eyes flicked over me swiftly, and I felt my posture go stiff. "How would you know?" He questioned.

"I'm the definition of insanity," I answered, trying to match the look he gave me, trying to intimidiate him just as much as I felt intimidiated by this one teenage boy.

"Perhaps," he grinned, and in that moment I knew what he'd say next. It's what they all did. "I'm willing to come crashing down, if I don't make you sane first."

But he didn't say it. He said something entirely different, and my opinion of Jonah Fletcher was never the same. Nor was my life.

Before I knew it I was afraid. Afraid I'd lose him. Afraid that I could slip up. Afraid that this would turn out right and I would become sane, because lets face it, Insanity was all I'd ever known, and seemed like all I'd want to. Insanity felt calm and collected, yet chaotic and virtually impossible to predict. I liked Insanity. It fit me well.

It matched the wild look in my eye, my tangled hair, the half smirk on my lips, it said "Hello! I'm Here!" and "You don't want to know what happens next."

What if Jonah Fletcher only likes me being Insane?

Why do I care what Jonah Fletcher thinks?

I'm insane.

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