Chelsea

I was left outside my family home like a bag of trash. My foster family showed me love and patience, but it wasn't enough. Anxiety and guilt were always present. My eighteenth birthday triggered a series of events that changed my life. I was tossed into my past. A world the cheesecloth in my head protected me from.
The facade became clear when I was kidnapped, duct taped, beaten, and locked in a room with the spirits of the long forgotten. I had two choices: give in to my fears, allowing my anxiety and guilt to overcome me, or face the spirits and fight.