Church

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream.

Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn't beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could.

I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum ...