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Beyond The Yellow Note Eloise Busch Chapter 1: A Yellow Note? I covered my ears with my pillow trying to block out the scream. Another yellow note had been passed out; this was the third this month. The scream continued, till it didn’t. I could hear footsteps approaching from down the hall, I quickly slid under my sheets hiding my face so that no one could see me. For 15 years I’ve been trapped, for 15 years I’ve been silent, for 15 years I’ve been hiding. I’m not scared of weapons, s