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I"M SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED!!!!! I would have updated sooner, but I went away for a week and left my storyboard at home so it was really hard for me to know how far to write and what was happening in this part.
Now, YOU'RE HALFWAY THROUGH THE STORY YAY!!!! I'm getting sah excited! aha... well...
ALRIGHTY! Lets goo :)
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* Someone’s P.O.V ~ 15 minutes before the attack *
“Ma’am, please calm down,” I soothed into the phone. This woman, Beatrice Dane, was sobbing over the phone. She had called, asking for help to find her daughter. Apparently she had run away and never came back. It’s been a month since she ran and no sign of her.
“I-I’m sorry. I just-,” She takes in a breath and then starts sobbing loudly as she speaks. “Miss her!”
“I’m sure you do, Beatrice. We’ll get her.”
“I’m sure you will.” Her sobbing seems to have calmed down now. “B-but I must tell you, she has had a mental disorder for quite some time now. She seems to lash out at us and-and… I have so many scars and bruises from getting pushed into windows and being hit with chairs.”
“Oh, my. Um, Miss Dane, not meaning to sound rude, but I might have to pass you on to the BridgePoint Mental Hospital, If that’s okay? If she has a mental problem, and, from what you describe, it sounds like psychopathia.”
“Oh, no. That’s absolutely fine I just,” – Sob – “want my baby back.”
“We’ll update you as soon as we find her, and then when she’s in the hospital.” I assure her.
“Oh, thank you Michelle. Really.” And with that, the line goes dead.
* Ivy’s P.O.V ~ After the attack *
At first, everything was blurry. And then the room started spinning. And now my head hurts, a lot. “What the hell?” Fast movement catches my eye from the corner of the room.
“Oh, good you’re awake!” I flinched away from the cheery, female voice, everything clearer now. The movement had been her jumping up off the seat. “Don’t be scared-,"
“How can I not?” I prop myself up on my elbow, to get a better look at the woman. She sits back down, gracefully. She was a small, petite lady, with brown hair that reached just past her shoulders. She had that ‘I’m going to act nice to you so I can kill you in your sleep’ type of look. Kind, but evil. “I was put to sleep in the middle of the woods!”
“It wasn’t exactly the middle…” She mumbled, her voice fading off.
“Whatever.” I flop back down to the lying position I was in before, a frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “Why am I here? Where am I?”
“You are at BridgePoint Mental Hospital!” I sit all the way up this time. Mental hospital? Was this a joke?
“Mental hospital? I’m not mental, or a psychopath. Let me out.”
“We can’t do that. We have to have tests on you. We’ve been watching you in your sleep, and we will continue to watch you. That is, until you are either certified as a mental patient or certified as sane.”
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The Safe House
Ação(originally Gone)16 year old Ivy Dane is an outcast. She doesn't have any friends, and is abused at home. The Dane family leave their hometown, and move to BridgePoint. Ivy starts to notice two men watching her all the time and soon she is kidnapped...
