Leeanne finished drinking the water and noticed Malachi was talking to someone, a very young boy. "Hi!" He said. Leeanne felt this was a perfect chance to leave, so she quietly left the room. "Leeanne, get back here." Malachi growled. Leeanne smacked her face and slowly trudged to Malachi, who was standing by the room entrance. "Come on. You're going back to your room." He said.
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Leeanne took her muzzle off and looked out of the glass window. Malachi was sitting on a chair, on his phone. Leeanne snickered and quietly spied on him. Malachi turned around and smirked. "I already knew you were there." Malachi admitted, "I just wanted to play along." Leeanne shrugged and opened her mouth, pointing to her teeth. They were stained with red. "Hmm.. That isn't very pleasant. Brush your teeth, weirdo." Malachi joked, pointing at the girl's bathroom. He opened the door and let Leeanne out.
Leeanne brushed her teeth roughly until her gums began to lightly bleed. She stopped, rinsed her mouth, and walked out. "What do you know? You're teeth are clean!" Leeanne didn't want that uncomfortable mask on, so she tried to make sure he didn't notice. "Where are we going?" Leeanne asked. "To the guest room; don't you want to see if your mother's okay?" Malachi asked, disgusted. "Sure." Leeanne growled.
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Amelia and Isaiah stood up, smiling. Well, only Isaiah smiled. Amelia looked scared and traumatized. "Hi, Leeanne. Are you okay?" Isaiah asked warmly. "I'm fine." Leeanne mumbled. "Well, me and Amelia are married now." Isaiah said. "Fantastic." Leeanne replied. "So, how have you been? Is Malachi nice?" Isaiah asked, nudging Amelia to ask questions. "I'm seriously fine. Malachi is alright." Leeanne sighed. "Why am I even here?" Leeanne asked quietly. "Because, you have schizophrenia!" Amelia bursted. "Your little voices should've told you." Amelia mumbled quietly. Leeanne stopped looking neutral. Tears slowly rolled down her face. "Wait.. I'm sorry, Leeanne! Don't cry, please!" Amelia begged. Leeanne shook her head and laughed.
"I'm not sad. I'm enraged; I'm disappointed in my stepmother." Her voice was shaky. Malachi grabbed her arm. "I'll handle her. You guys can leave if you want." Malachi said, then began to coo to Leeanne like she was his imaginary 5 year old daughter. "I'm not sure why you're so sensitive now. One little thing got you so upset." Malachi murmured. "I'm not sensitive. Amelia is a little snob with no heart who I think should go dress in actual meat and run in a pride of angry, hungry, lions. After she's eaten I'll laugh and make sure nobody attends her funereal." Leeanne growled.
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Leeanne was in a random soft room, sitting on a bed, tied up in a freaking straitjacket. Leeanne tried to escape, but only struggled. She let out a frustrated screech nobody could hear through the padded walls that slowly made Leeanne insane.
