The only way to be free...is yourself.
Shannon Abigail Glenns. A total normal girl.
Not.
Some would say that she has problems. Depression and bipolar disorders does not exactly make you normal.
For ten years, Shannon has been stuck in an adoption...
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"You drape your wrists over the steering wheel.
Pulses can drive from here.
We might be hollow, but we're brave."
-Lorde 400 Lux
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The last thing I saw was Blake's frantic face, and the spark in his blue, confused eyes.
I let out a scream, escaping Blake's grip. I threw my hands up, running through the halls. And I was still screaming. Not a peppy girl scream. But, a terrified scream.
A little too dramatic.
With my head in the clouds and my ears ringing from my screams, I ran downstairs. The first thing I noticed was that Olivianne was gone. Mike was standing next to Aurelia, who was laughing at a joke Ben said.
"Hi," I greeted, smiling at everyone.
Aurelia's brown eyes softened seeing my figure upon the stairs. "How's Blake?" she asked.
"He's fine," I answered. "Actually, Ari, can I talk to you?" Aurelia gave me a questioning glance, but unraveled her arm from Ben, nevertheless.
"Let's go to your room," she said, starting to follow me. I led her upstairs and into my room. It was quite a strange feeling how familiar I now was to this house. I keep on saying how much I want to leave and go back to my family, but leaving this house and the gang...leaves an upsetting feeling in the pit of my stomach.
When we entered my room, I plopped down on the bed. Aurelia sat next to me, the curiosity never leaving her eyes.
"What happened?" Aurelia asked. I quirked my brow at her, cocking my head.
"Demanding, huh?" I said. "You see...Blake asked me on a...date."
Aurelia's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "So that's what Blake was telling me about. Oh, now I know why you guys would be going to that place. You guys are getting married!" she screamed as if she were in a daze.
"Hell no. It's just a date." Aurelia's shoulders slumped a little, but her smile grew.
"And you need someone to help you?"
I sighed. This was the part I hated.
"Can I be your doll for tomorrow morning, Aurelia?"
Ari smirked as if she just won the lottery. "I'm afraid you have no choice."
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"I look...beautiful. Thank you."
Aurelia stood next to me by the mirror, observing her supposed artwork. Of course, I was the supposed artwork, masterpiece, or whatever she had said before.
