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Years, it had been so many years. There, on the floor of her closet, she sat. Trapped. Trapped in her imagination. What a dark one she had. Her mind, plagued with horrid things. Things no one should dare think of. The room was white, her bed was white, and rays of sun could seep through the window blinds. But, she wanted it black. Darkness. Keep the room dark. She kept the blinds shut as tight as possible at all times, and hid in the closet, where no one could reach her.
Her mind overtook her, controlling everything. She saw things that weren’t there, and felt things that didn’t exist, at least for most people. Most importantly, she heard things that weren’t really there.
For years, everyone had named her insane. Diseased. Her family, parents, they all let her be. Exist. That’s all anyone thought she did. They were wrong. Every single one of them. In that dark mind, Willow plotted a gruesome death for every single one of them. The people she hated. Her family. All but Oliver. Her neighbors. Anyone who had questioned her, or left her behind, forgotten. Oliver had left her behind, but he hadn’t forgotten her. He couldn’t have. She wanted to make everyone remember. She existed. She was there. And she was watching. Plotting. No one would ever forget about her existence. And if they did, she would end their existence.
