Lilly's POV
It's been one week. One week of staring at the white walls of this room. One week of following the same routine over and over. The same day I was taken, I was lock up in some institute for the mentally demented. It didn't take a genius to tell them my mind was fractured. Everyday, they would ask me series of questions.
Like, why did you do it?
And what were you thinking?
And how were/are you feeling?
And if you could go back in time, would you make a different choice?
But, couldn't I've them an answer. I can't. Even if I wanted to. Even if my life depends on it. I still can't get my voice to agree with my brain. All I want to know is if Blair's alright and if Elle's fine.
