CW: vague coercion + edgy teenagers
**PRECURSOR TO THE STORY**
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For visual reference, I’m tiny. I’m a 5’2 girl. Also, I’m a sensation seeker, or maybe “an adrenaline junkie”.
I’ve loved being in abandoned buildings for a long time: they’re a very unique space, eerily silent, and remind me of graveyards. Breaking into them is obviously a fun high for me. The first occasion on which I ever broke into one was in the 11th grade: I was with my (now ex) boyfriend. It was a partially burned-down house, and I was struck by all the personal belongings that had been left behind; I was wandering around lost deep in thought, but my boyfriend kept trying to get his hands up my shirt. I was annoyed and disgusted, (guess I just didn’t like him enough…) and broke up with him within the next few weeks. I continued loving and exploring abandoned buildings, though, usually alone.