Act One, Chapter One

 Act One: Sweet Childhood Innocence

"It's always best to start at the beginning..."

Chapter One: A Curious & Queer Child

"Let's start at the beginning, Ryan. What is your earliest memory?"

"There was a time when, and where I believed that the world was no bigger than my own back yard. What a sweet spot that was. Simple, serene and secure. I can't remember the last time I felt a comfort like that. My first real memory was a mixed memory of vivid imagery and intense pain. As an infant and a toddler I suffered from recurring ear infections. My mother was holding me against her chest, rocking me in a rocking chair, next to a giant window that looked into our large back yard. I remember the burning pain in my ears, so hot and searing that I looked out into the backyard to try to escape it. There was a sandbox several yards away, where I remember playing as a child. As I attempted to escape to that space in my mind to avoid the pain, a witch materialized in the sandbox. She cocked her head to the side, looking in our direction. She then proceeded to laugh, an evil, piercing and merciless laugh. Wicked. She was mocking me, taking joy in my pain."