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