Part thirteen

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“How are you feeling today, Isabelle?” The

doctor asks me.

Horrible! Let me out of here before it's too

late! That's what I want to say, but no

words manifest from my mouth. I stare at

the door almost longingly, and I can't seem

to grasp things like I could before.

My mind has turned against me and I have

no idea what I must do to win back my

sanity.

“Isabelle, what's wrong?” The doctor asks,

and that's when I notice the hot tears

scurrying down my face.

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