No One Can Save Me....

No One Can Save Me....

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 15, 2015
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Romance
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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In a world where the future isn't written but echoed, 17-year-old Lila hears the whispers of events yet to happen - but they're not hers. The echo she's been hearing for months is someone else's life, someone's fate, and that someone is in danger. As she tries to uncover the identity of the person behind the mysterious echoes, Lila finds herself caught in a web of secrets, shadowy figures, and a powerful organization that will do anything to keep their plans hidden. Can she stop what's coming before it's too late, or will the echoes become her own fate? First Chapter (Excerpt): I've always heard things. It started when I was younger - whispers of something I couldn't see, couldn't understand. At first, it was just faint sounds, like voices drifting from another world. But by the time I was sixteen, those whispers turned into something more - echoes. Clear, distinct, and impossible to ignore. It's strange. Most people think the future is something that hasn't happened yet. But for me, it's not that simple. I hear the future. The thing is, the future I hear isn't mine. I've been hearing her - a girl I don't know, yet know everything about. Her life, her fears, her pain. I can't explain how, but I hear her voice every night, calling out for help. I don't know her name. I don't know her face. All I know is that something horrible is coming for her. And if I can't stop it... then her fate might echo into mine. Tonight, I hear her again. The echo sharpens, clearer than ever before. "Help me, Lila. It's happening. They're coming." The echo fades. And just like that, I'm left with a choice - follow the voice, or ignore it and risk the consequences. I don't know why it's me she's calling to, but I can't just do nothing. I owe it to her. And to myself.

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