You are a 15 year old girl. About a year ago, you got kidnapped for two weeks by a serial killer. It was a year ago, you should be over it by now. At least, that's what you tell yourself. But you're not. You still go to therapy, you still get nightmares, you still have a psychosomatic disorder that gives you headaches and vomiting and fatigue, you still have PTSD. But despite all that, you're still a happy, normal 15 year old girl with lots of friends and hobbies.

It's a warm spring day, the birds chirping outside. Your parents are sitting on the couch. Your five year old sister, Ava, is sitting at their feet watching cartoons. You're sitting in the chair, scrolling on your phone.