Nessa Emptiness and anger were familiar. Those were emotions I've been trained to feel, emotions that were injected into my veins by none other than the person who I thought loved me more than anyone else. I was fake and made and the daughter of a woman known for her insanity. Everyone knew and everyone assumed me to be the same. Little did I know they were right. All it took to unleash my crazy was the mute young man sitting on the other side of the lecture hall, throwing glances at me whenever he thought I wasn't looking. Soon enough I was always watching, guarding and obsessing. And I hated how Dorian Dubois' life looked like. Dorian Going through life with numb limbs and hazy vision, but no other physical evidence of acts that drown you in shame, was a burden I didn't know how long I was able to bear. Baneyard was an incredibly ugly place to be stuck at - mainly because of its population. With my head always lowered and my talent to blend out my surroundings, I almost missed out on the girl whose green eyes ordered me not to cower. I realized I was doomed when I started looking forward to see her on the grounds of our prestigious Baneyard University. I realized I was fucked when the girl they called "witch" started to appear everywhere - in my thoughts, in my dreams but worse, on the other side of my bedroom door to lock me in.