Stitches

Some secrets should not be kept. They should be screamed.
I have a secret.
In fact, I have many. Most of them could get me killed, so my silence is the golden ticket to survival in this asylum from hell.
But my watchers don’t like it when I’m silent. They like when I scream. When I beg. When I’m a bad girl who tells the things I shouldn’t.
Maybe this time I’ll let it all out. Divulge the ugly truths and cast light on the real monsters living in our world.
Maybe my secrets will save me this time.
They’d have to because once my watchers find out, they’ll want to finish off the job my first secret started all those years ago.
Chapel Crest isn’t the place where love blooms and dreams come true. It’s where the love is violent and unpredictable. It’s where the monsters grin from the shadows and where promises are deadly.
Chapel Crest is where screams are made.
My screams.