Willow's POV:
Pain. That's all I can feel. No sunlight, no warmth, no sound. nothing just me and my pain locked in a white room. All white no windows. There is a door but I can't see it and I forget which wall its on, it seems to switch from wall to wall but I think it's just disorienting being alone in a white room for so long. I don't even know how long I have been here it just seems like forever. I think every hour someone comes in to give me a shot, I don't like them. They always dress in all white suits and masks I can't even see there faces. Just there eyes peering over the masks looking at me devoid of any emotion. Just blank stares. Like the life and soul has been sucked out of them. I try to go invisible but I can't the drugs they give me are suppressing my abilities.
I think of Conner all the time, I hope he can find me before its to late.
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Hiding the Light
FantasyWillow Spark lives in fear, fear of being found, fear of being seen and fear of being heard. She hides from the world in a house with no windows, she keeps the door locked at all times, her trusted friends bring her food once every two weeks. Did I...
