The Thousand Visions

The Thousand Visions

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'My name's Ida Royce. I am your average 16 year old. I was normal...until I...I had a vision. I tried to tell it to my mother. And that's why I am going to school after spending my last two months in a padded cell... I would really like to vent out my feelings... but if I do, I am sure i will be spending the rest of my life in the very same padded cell...' Ida's life was picture perfect. She lived in a mansion. Her dad was a billionaire and her mom was the prettiest woman in the world. Maids tended to her every need. But what use is it if one can't live in peace . Disturbing visions haunt her regardless of whether it is night or day. She constantly has to run from them. From her fate, her past,her thousand visions which never fails to haunt her.
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