Description
"I am its weapon, and at my hand, its exploits will be painted red for all to mourn." ••• Ella Cassidy has spent the past five years of her life trapped in the midst of a game of tug-of-war between freedom, and the confines of West Pier Juvenile Correctional Facility. On paper, it's a centre dedicated to setting mentally afflicted teens on a path steering away from life in jail. In actuality, it is a facility from which many will never fully escape. The world outside of detention has never felt safe for Ella. And with her on the outside, the world will never be safe from the darkness whirring within her. Uncontrollable is how Ella describes it. It isn't her, it simply acts through her. In the blackness it rises, playing puppet-master to her body, and causing those around her to drop like flies to the ground. She is simply a weapon for something greater than she can comprehend; than anyone can comprehend. Deemed stable enough to be released once again into the province of creation, Ella is fear-stricken. Inside her head, 'It' is scheming. The countdown has begun. Someone will die when the count reaches 'one', and the blood will be on Ella's hands.
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