No One Can Save Me....

No One Can Save Me....

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 15, 2015
Sylvia had been a normal 17 year old girl, until that night, until her sent her to Stonehurst asylum and swept her under the rug. because it is easier to sweep her under the rug then to try to reach out help her. But honestly Sylvia couldn't care less. She never got along with her parents any way. Refusing to speak, eat or sleep the staff get quickly agitated with her, lost for options they turn to one of there inmates for help. A girl who has been in the asylum since she was 12 and seems perfectly sane. Sylvia cant help but be intrigued by the sweet girl who only seems to want to help. "But can I really trust her? We are in a freaken loony bin, is anyone here really trust worthy?"
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