reversal desire

chapter ONE

Blue, woeful and mournful.

 Those adjectives, might be common in a nerve-wrecking universe with all dramatic people and other creatures there.

 Hey, let's call it earth. Shall we? 

Oi, if I told you, I didn't really care. Would you say I'm a cold person, and that being cold kills love? 

You would, am I right? 

Well, that is earth, to be exact, the ninth street precisely behind the Metallåtervinning arena, in Sweden.

 I'm not Sweden, but I do live in there. It's a pretty cool place I suppose. 

Let me tell you something, I don't care.

 What came to your mind was, "What a useless person she is."

 Yea, been told that once or twice, nothing new. I have feelings too, I have a heart which can be broken. 

But that management has become a part of me, and my life.

Hey, rude much, Huh? That is the story of my life.

 Not in a very sad or exciting way; in a boring way. 

Trust me though, my life got much better.

I can't let you down.

 Well, I always expected to have a disorder.

 A very serious one, I always took medicines, detoxes from my phone and my iPad, ate a lot more and even gained weight. 

Then later on, I figured out it was all a lie, good news, isn't it? 

Such a surprise for a living. 

I even entered school for free since I used that disorder thing as an excuse. I still laugh at that. It was so funny that I hated school because of that.

 It wasn't my fault. I swear to god. I just never knew, it was pretty surprising though. 

Glad everything calmed down. 

Maybe everything is back boiling and heating up. 

Yep, having second thoughts about him.

 Him. 

"What brought him into your life, Savannah?"

 Let me explain. 

So, my mother used to force me into stealing gold.

 It was anguishing, and heart-sick.

 That's why I stopped doing that, but it wasn't okay with mother.

 She didn't know for a few months but when she did later on, she locked me inside.

 She never allowed me to leave the house, buy anything or even eat well. I tried escaping but I always failed.

For her, I was a redundant person.

Not a daughter.

Just reduntant.

 After a while, my whole school figured out who was behind the serious crime. 

News spread to my father, as a result, he moved to France.

My mother forgave me and felt unbelievably guilty. 

I was depressed. 

Kind of, which made her think about moving to Sweden, whoa. Whoa. 

Sweden, huh? 

It was densely populated which meant that we couldn't find good facilities. 

But trust me, it got much WORSE.