Storytelling...It was something she learned at a young age, maybe as young as five or six. If she wanted to fit in with everybody, she needed a story for everybody. She was the center of every group, because she could re-invent any story to fit in with that group. She was a master story-teller, able to invent any type of tale at the blink of an eye. Her entire life was a story,and she loved every minute of it.
Because for a moment, when she told her story, she wasnt herself. She wasn't simply Jenna Jameson, but instead became the story, became the characters, held her destiny in her own hands. She could make what she wanted happen, have disaster or romance, children, friends or lovers, life or death at her word. She controlled the world, and she liked it that way.

She went home every night to a broken home, a destroyed world. The twins screamed throughout the night, her father walked in drunk and raving, and her mother couldn't deal with love. Broken windows and peeling wallpaper circled around her, while an empty refrigerator haunted her dreams. Her friends never knew her despair, because she never showed them. Crying out for attention, she shoplifted her way into designer clothes, and made her way onto the cheerleading team. Her world was split in two, and noone would ever know, not if she had anything to say about it anyways.

The therapist sat back into his chair, sighing to himself. "Are you sure you have nothing to talk about today, Jenna?" Nodding her head, she watched the smart doctor write something down. "Well in that case, I think it's time you go back to your room." The nice nurse held out her hand, and Jenna made her way back to the pretty room with bars.

She closed her eyes as the hearse went by. She should have been at his funeral, but she couldn't stand seeing him...like that. Jenna shook her head silently, then continued to push the baby carriage down the street.

The rain bounced off the streetlights as she slowly trudged home. Even the rain couldn't bring her down tonight. Eric was perfect, the night was perfect, and her life seemed perfect. Head cheerleader, rich parents, a scholarship to Stanford, and the greatest boyfriend in the world. Jenna Jameson's life was perfect, and the world knew it.

Yeah, Jenna could control her world, and she liked it that way.