Fleurie's point of view:
I was startled when I awoke in a dark room, in a lovely fluffy bed, which truly felt fantastic. I examined the powder baby walls, which had images hung on them, rewards on the shelf, and a large black screen. Standing up, I yanked the blankets off. I glanced at the images; there were people in them, a large family.
It was freezing.
I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of an enormous shirt and baggy sweatpants.
Someone saw it.
Someone saw my scars.
It is not allowed.
He's going to murder me.
He threatened to murder me if anyone found out.
Oh gosh, what will I do?
He stated that he will never leave me alone.
I should just go because he will bring harm to everyone in this house because of me.
I dashed to the front door. I flung it open and dashed in
