Ellie is a 13-year-old girl who is believed to be crazy, almost after the day she was born. It's gone to such an extent, that she herself believes that she is crazy, and embarks (with restraints) on a journey to find the truth.
I sat on my bed, finally free from scared faces and rope. I felt extremely tired, as though I could just close my eyes and I would be back in my nightmare. Unlike all the movies that Manny showed me when I was a good girl about similar "HOMES", children's wards were surprisingly comfortable, with crocheted dolls, children's books, and a plush bed. All we had to do was try not to go crazy. I looked up at the sound of the door creaking open to see the new girl enter the room. She sat on Manny's red chair and took a deep breath in. She looked just like Manny, but with brunette hair and lovely brown eyes.
"Well then, Ellie. I am Mary and I am 4 years older than you... can you do the math?"
"H-how old am I?"
Mary looked surprised at first and then proceeded to rift through the yellow book that she had on her lap.
"Umm... according to Manny, you should be thirteen"
"Ah"
I bent my head and squinted my eyes, imagining 1 and 3 grouped together, with 4 right under 3.
"I'm guessing you're... seventeen?"
She smiled and then turned to her book.
"How many sessions have you completed with Manny?"
"The last session was 372"
"Sentience," Mary murmured under her breath. I knew what it meant but not in the context of what she meant, I decided to ignore it.
"Session number 373"
Mary switched on the recording device that she had attached to her shirt and then looked at me.
"How old was Manny?"
"23"
"How old was Mama?"
"37"
"How old was dada?"
"42"
"It's going to get tougher from here on, Ellie"
I nodded my head, accepting whatever she was going to throw at me.
"When is the assassination of Abraham Lincoln?"
"15th April 1865"
"How did you know that?"
Mary's face was white, and her hands were shaking. She was clearly inexperienced, in fact, she probably just joined.
"How did you know that?!"
"I don't know, maybe Manny told me before"
"Abraham Lincoln is still alive"
I felt my blood run cold. England was well connected to America to know if their president was still alive.
Mary got up and walked out of the door, locking it in the process. This had happened several times before with Manny and every time I felt the same. I laid down on my bed, bracing myself for another night of nightmares.
