tly. A smug, satisfied smile to
estraints had crushed her spine. He believed she was finally
e," Lelan
ation room. Ella followed. Her legs felt heavy a
corridor until they reached the h
it open with
lasses, shot up from his plush leather chai
papers onto the mahogany des
he paper, his eyes darting nervously betwe
medical concern. "Ella's borderline personality disorder is highly volatile. She is p
's trust fund, you mean," Leland in
rd. The greed in h
nd said. He leaned over the desk, invading
had lost his cash cow, he picked up a
t a small, clear glass vial filled wit
ic sedative cocktail. If she has a psychotic break at the gala, inject it straight into
e vial. He slipped
e her like she was a dangerous piece of livestock. Her chest felt tight, but she forc
fice. She carried a batter
dmission," the nurse mumbled, s
finger slid along the bottom edge. She felt th
hard, sudden thum
ced Literature notes-smuggled in page by page by a sympathetic janitor
the dirty box.
that disgusting hospital gown. Put on whatever rags are in that
ged the box to her c
m and locked the door. The loud click of
n the sink and lo
kly, translucent white. But her dark eyes were burning. The dead,
whispered to
e dress she had worn the night they dragged her away three years ago.
She picked up her box, unlocked the
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