Sloane bursts into her bedroom, slams the door shut, locking it. She glances to the window but fears the injury from falling will slow her. She glances around her room. The memories. The pictures of her brother. Of James. Knowing it will all be gone when she returns. If she returns. She hears the door handle jiggle then followed by bangs.
I can't escape.. I can't lose everything. I can't let them have it.
When I come back I will find it. Find James. Then maybe we will remember...
I love you, James.. Us forever.. like you promised
She grabs a picture of James and Brady, both looking so happy. The bangs continue followed by her mother's voice pleading to open the door, to not hurt herself. Sloane slips off her perfect purple chipped plastic ring thinking to herself..
Then lifts her mattress, stuffing them into a hidden slit and drops the mattress back in place.
Maybe I can fight out. Stab the handlers. Push past my parents.