Cheryl is in the conversion therapy. (Not linked to my first oneshot).

Cheryl's POV

I sat in my room, awaiting the presence of sister Woodhouse. She injects me with things which I am not sure of the names. It's terrifying. It's been haunting me in my dreams ever since I got here. How could my demonic mother do this to me? Mothers are supposed to care for their children, not lock them up. Conversation therapy shouldn't still be a thing. How is it not illegal in Riverdale already?

I can't get it off of my mind. Any of it. Sister Woodhouse keeps telling me it's for my own good. Maybe it is. I've lost hope. I've lost faith. Nobody cares about me enough to save me. I'm never getting out. I bet nobody has noticed I'm gone. Why would they?

I can feel the tears streaming down my face. I'm alone. My heart has shattered. No company. I'm sat in silence. There is the odd scream here and there. Screams of people begging for help, shouting out in fear and pain. But nobody can hear. Some beg for mercy. It's awful. How the sister's can do this without second thought, I don't know. It's cruel and it's wrong. They are the ones that need help.

Toni's POV

Mrs Blossom says Cheryl has gone. Yet she would never go without saying anything, without saying goodbye. Her social media is dead. Absolutely nothing in what feels like forever. I'm worried sick. I miss her. What if she's hurt? I don't believe her mother. Not for a second.She's never seemed to care for Cheryl. The story about Heather just proves that.

I have no clue where she is. There's nothing to guide me. I don't know if she's suffering, if she's sad, or if she's actually happy. What if she is happy without her friends? What if she's better off without me? No. She would have said something. Surely.

Authors note:

This is super short and bad but I'm working on other projects and stuff too. I will hopefully update tomorrow. Feedback is appreciated.  Please let me know of any mistakes. Thanks. x