Angelique_cadet
Seven in the morning. A white room, a pink rug, and a secret that smells like salt water. Everyone thinks they know who I am, but they have no idea what's hiding beneath my oversized clothes. My name is Alia, I live on a tropical island, and I'm haunted by a ghost who used to drink whiskey for breakfast. I'm not the monster they think I am, but I'm not the girl they want me to be either. This is not just a story about the ocean. It's a story about what was taken from me.