I was seething, but was too weak to stand. I had no outlet for my fury. For the few minutes I sat there, alone in my cell, imprisoned by my own mother, my mind worked frantically, desperately trying to find a means of escape. But I had only one idea.

Then Vivian arrived. "That bitch wouldn't even look at me," I hissed in response to her question. "Vivian, bring me my necklace back. Please. I need to use it, one last time. To kill her, and anyone one who tries to keep me locked up." This would be a test for Vivian. If she truly cared about me, she would never abandon me to this fate. I wouldn't be able to eat anymore, not after what Mother had said about adding more meds to my meals, so I would die if I didn't escape.

I sat with my arms wrapped around my legs, chin resting on my knees. I looked up at Vivian, my eyes pleading. If she didn't help me escape now, then I could end up locked away for months or even years. I would rather die than allow that to happen!