No-one really understood. Not even Johnny, my boyfriend. Sometimes it would be a noise, sometimes it would be a twitch in my hand. The feeling was dark, like something wasn't right. I would sit there for hours wondering who felt the same, I knew there were others who know the feeling. I mean the dreams I've experienced, lets just say they are not the dreams a healthy person should be having. They always seemed too real to even comprehend. Demons. They haunted my dreams. But I mean, dreams can't really hurt you. Can they?
I'm Sienna, 22 and I was born in the US of A but I'm currently in Paris, studying English. Ironic, I know, studying English in a French speaking country, I followed my college professor out here and no, it's not some student-teacher relationship. My professor is my Mom, she insisted I move out here about 3 years ago. My dad died when I was younger, car accident. The accident triggered my anger 'malfunction'. Sometimes just thinking about the accident makes my mind screech.
My life has never really been a bunch of roses, but it's been alright. I mean it doesn't help I've never been considered 'Sane' or 'Normal'. From about 6 (after the accident), things changed, my view became warped and normal things were no longer normal. The places I would retreat to were no longer, 'Safe'. Places where I feel 'Sane' would be:
- My boyfriend Johnny's apartment near the Eiffel Tower.
-The study in my mothers chateau outside of Paris.
-The balcony of my apartment.
-And the road in which the car accident occurred.
That was until, that day. A fucked-up day it was. It's a long story, one I will be telling soon.
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Author Two :)
