CHAPTER ONE
A life without hope
Amylee Jayne was the quiet type. She didn't talk much, and when she did not a lot was said.
You see unlike everyone else in Westchester Ville Amylee didn't grow up in a house with a loving family, she was admitted to a mental institution at eight years old, and the closest thing to a family she's ever had was a sock puppet called Benson, which one of the nurses gave her for Christmas one year. Amylee had been a prisoner of the Westchester Ville Mental Institution ever since the incident which occured ten years ago.
Amylee sat in the corner of the white padded room, with her eyes shut and Benson gripped tightly in her hand. Warm tears began to roll down her checks as she prayed for someone to come save her from this endless nightmare, she knew no one come, but still she prayed. Everynight for ten years now Amylee found herself huddled in the same corner praying for fires,damaging earthquakes really anything that she thought would help her escape for this place she called hell.