Ella

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I hate this place. I hate it I hate it. I HATE IT!

Who put us here and why? Was it my parents? Who are my parents? 'Do I have parents?'
Screams break through my thoughts. Screams. I recognize those screams.

Tears well up in my eyes.

Drew. My Drew. The Drew who puts his arm around me to comfort me. Who's green eyes warm my heart making everything okay. Who's tousled black hair flops everywhere, yet seems to be in the perfect place all the time. Who's lips touch mine in areas of the facility where Craig's anxious eyes can not see.

Drew.

Oh God! Why!

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