Kill Kill -- CR

005

Chandler's POV

This asylum is hell.

There's only two other children in the juvenile ward. It's quite strange I was placed here. Since I was 16 years of age when I committed the first murder, I was tried as an adult. Not a juvenile.

There's so few patients in my ward that I've received my own cell, with a ratty old bed and a disgusting toilet. There's one window against the wall, so high up and guarded by bars that there's really no way for me to see out of it. The floors are polished cement, and hold no heat. I find myself shivering when I fall asleep.

When I achieve sleep, at least.

In the dining hall, each group is assigned a table during meals. I sit alone then, since the other two children are so consumed by insanity they can't bring themselves to come to meals.

It's very quiet when dining.

Patients are entitled only to the food pertaining to their needs. Taking more or less than allowed will result in punishment.

I've been locked up for a miserable 8 weeks. 56 days. I don't know how many hours.

I miss my life. But sometimes, I really want to end it.

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