Fantasy

I'm not a sadist and not completely an introvert.

I'm a loner and no matter how I try to put myself out, I still go back to being a loner.

Books.
That's all I ever know, that's what I turn to when I'm tired of the world, of reality which is basically always. It is my safe haven, the only thing I wouldn't want to shy away from, my addiction, my fantasy.

But what happens when what is supposed to stay in the covers of my book becomes reality?

What happens when what are supposed to be mere fantasies decide to not be anymore?

What happens when my reality gets mixed up with my fantasy?

My fantasy aren't exactly one of an average teenage girl. Oh no, they are just as fucked-up as my life and myself.
Well, I guess it is about to be a total mess because my life is on another whole level of fucked-up.

That is where he comes in.