Like I said...I wish I could tell you my story was a happy one. I wish I could tell you my story was that of a seemingly broken girl who pieces herself back together and finds true happiness. That the now whole girl lives happily every after. But I can't. So if that's what you want...some tale of hope...I suggest...
A glance in the mirror or a look over his shoulder. There he is. The man in the mask. After finding his room mate dead one night, Adam believes that the masked man that has been haunting his dreams and showing itself to him daily is now out to get him. Or is he just finally going insane? So many questions, so lit...