A Flower

Ada's face was a canvas with permanent painted paranoia and anxiety. She couldn't even remember a time where the blinds in her house were last opened, or at least weren't taped shut at the sides and bottoms.

If only they knew the shadows that crept in her mind or the whispers that only she could hear. If only they knew that it was the house that brought them. A house she didn't even remember after going missing in the woods for multiple days.

Ada was turning mad, and so when an offer came to teach the children of a rich author and artist, she couldn't refuse it. In fact it offered more things than Victoria could even think of, but the walls of her new home started talking to her, and the handsome man who's children she was teaching began to become an addictive escape to her sorrows.

All she had to do was take care of his two children, but it wasn't that simple because when she entered his home, she felt like she had been there before.

Probably because she had.