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July 1898. Everfield's Home. New Mexico
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Mark and Page shuffled around the attic looking in random boxes that could contain letters about Sydney.
"I found them!" Page claimed excitedly after 45 minutes of searching.
"Shh!" Mark retorted, taking some of the letters from Page. Mark opened the letter and read it. He read each letter until he found a letter that was sent a mere week ago. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Everfield," he quietly read aloud, "We have decided that your daughter, Sydney Everfield, is a normal teenager with no mental disorders. We have decided that the 'other personality' you referred to was simply Sydney's imaginary friend, which most children obtain at her age. We are releasing Sydney on the 8th, however we have decided instead of sending her home, where you are clearly unable to take care of her, Sydney will be sent to an orphanage, which she, herself, has requested. If you wish to visit her at the orphanage, which is doubtful since you have not visited in the ten years she has spent at the hospital, listed below is the address of the orphanage. 2074 N. Washington St., Brooklyn, New York. She's in New York!"
"So when are we gonna go to New York?" Page asked.
"Go? New York? Us?"
"Yea," Page said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay," said Mark, "We'll save up some money and take a train to New York as soon as we can."
"It's a plan," Page said smiling, "And Mark, thanks for starting to talk to me. It means a lot to me. Having someone in the house that acknowledges my existence."
Mark smiled, he had grown fond Page in the little time they had talked, "No prob. sis. I'm sorry it took me this long to talk to you."
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August 1898. Brooklyn Orphanage. New York
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'Took you long enough!' Christi exclaimed as Sydney packed their belongings, 'For a while there I thought you planned on staying here forever!'
'I sorta was, I don't see why we've got to leave,' Sydney thought, 'I kinda like the orphanage and I don't really want to go. I mean where are we going to go anyway?'
'Because as nice as everyone has been to you here, they are going to betray you eventually,' Christi retorted.
'They might not!'
'They will, none of them are true friends,' Christi said coldly, 'If you told them about me, we would be back in the mental hospital before I could say 'I told you so!''
'Okay, fine you win! I just don't think having a friend here and there is gonna hurt us. Actually I think it would do us good.' Sydney reasoned.
'Don't tell me you forgot about Mark. The whole reason we're here!' Christi replied angrily. Sydney's heart sank at the mention of Mark.
"Don't bring Mark into this," Sydney said bitterly, 'Shit! I gotta stop talking to you out loud. I keep doing it more and more.'
Sydney was extremely worried. Before Christi was just a friend she could talk to, but now, Christi could talk Sydney into doing things she didn't want to, and occasionally would even take control over Sydney's body.
'What are you thinking about?' Christi asked, interrupting Sydney's thoughts.
'Just thinking about what awaits us out there, in the real world,' Sydney lied.
July 1898. Everfield's Home. New Mexico
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Mark and Page shuffled around the attic looking in random boxes that could contain letters about Sydney.
"I found them!" Page claimed excitedly after 45 minutes of searching.
"Shh!" Mark retorted, taking some of the letters from Page. Mark opened the letter and read it. He read each letter until he found a letter that was sent a mere week ago. "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Everfield," he quietly read aloud, "We have decided that your daughter, Sydney Everfield, is a normal teenager with no mental disorders. We have decided that the 'other personality' you referred to was simply Sydney's imaginary friend, which most children obtain at her age. We are releasing Sydney on the 8th, however we have decided instead of sending her home, where you are clearly unable to take care of her, Sydney will be sent to an orphanage, which she, herself, has requested. If you wish to visit her at the orphanage, which is doubtful since you have not visited in the ten years she has spent at the hospital, listed below is the address of the orphanage. 2074 N. Washington St., Brooklyn, New York. She's in New York!"
"So when are we gonna go to New York?" Page asked.
"Go? New York? Us?"
"Yea," Page said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay," said Mark, "We'll save up some money and take a train to New York as soon as we can."
"It's a plan," Page said smiling, "And Mark, thanks for starting to talk to me. It means a lot to me. Having someone in the house that acknowledges my existence."
Mark smiled, he had grown fond Page in the little time they had talked, "No prob. sis. I'm sorry it took me this long to talk to you."
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August 1898. Brooklyn Orphanage. New York
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'Took you long enough!' Christi exclaimed as Sydney packed their belongings, 'For a while there I thought you planned on staying here forever!'
'I sorta was, I don't see why we've got to leave,' Sydney thought, 'I kinda like the orphanage and I don't really want to go. I mean where are we going to go anyway?'
'Because as nice as everyone has been to you here, they are going to betray you eventually,' Christi retorted.
'They might not!'
'They will, none of them are true friends,' Christi said coldly, 'If you told them about me, we would be back in the mental hospital before I could say 'I told you so!''
'Okay, fine you win! I just don't think having a friend here and there is gonna hurt us. Actually I think it would do us good.' Sydney reasoned.
'Don't tell me you forgot about Mark. The whole reason we're here!' Christi replied angrily. Sydney's heart sank at the mention of Mark.
"Don't bring Mark into this," Sydney said bitterly, 'Shit! I gotta stop talking to you out loud. I keep doing it more and more.'
Sydney was extremely worried. Before Christi was just a friend she could talk to, but now, Christi could talk Sydney into doing things she didn't want to, and occasionally would even take control over Sydney's body.
'What are you thinking about?' Christi asked, interrupting Sydney's thoughts.
'Just thinking about what awaits us out there, in the real world,' Sydney lied.