Hangging by a Thread.PrologueHangging by a Thread. by ChaoticAlfredo
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.
“Tell me about the apple.”
“Apple?…” The girl opened her blue-green eyes, the gold flecks catching the light. “Mum’s apple….” She shook her head, her blond mess of hair falling onto her face. The other woman leaned back in her chair, her clip board rested calmly on her lap, her hands placed neatly on top.
“When they brought you in, you had a golden apple. Tell me the story behind it Sybil.” Sybil looked blankly ahead, looking through the psychiatrists.
“Mum gave it to me, I have more use for it she said…… told me to use it… the apple”
Eleven Years ago
Sybil sat on the Orphanage steps. In her hand she held a daisy, slowly plucking away at the petals, kids were playing out on the yard, but Sybil was not allowed to play with the rest of them. Bruises from last week’s
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