* plink! Plink! Plink! * The sound the knife makes smashing against the bricks is like music to my ears. As I smash the knife against the wall, the knife slices a cut on my wrist. A trail of blood runs on to my leg on to the floor.
I put some blood on my fingers and write devil signs on then wall.
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The Asylum
Non-FictionThis is about a girl trapped in an insane asylum and she doesn't really know why. She is trying to escape doing everything to swallowing bullets to killing other patients to get out. Enjoy.......
