Hospital for the Criminally Insane

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That girl... I should've left like she told me to, but i didn't. I actually did the opposite, I went inside the house. The house that would calm down the curiosity that controlled my body.  I slowly opened the door stepping on what looked like white tile.  I touched the wall feeling something sticky, not knowing what it was i licked my finger. A metallic taste lingered in my mouth. The place was pitch black i could barely see anything, but I've bled enough to know what it feels like, and what it taste like. I kept searching the wall for a light switch, finding only one at the end of the hall. I flipped the switch, and as soon as the light came on I fell back in terror. So many people, so many limbs.... so much blood.. As soon as I came out of shock i noticed a sign on the ceiling, 'Happy 8th Birthday Timmy!'. I fell back again, this was a little kids birthday party. I couldn't move, I didn't want to move. I sat there and stared at Timmy's birthday sign until the police showed up. They thought i did this, I mean who would blame them.. an alive, clinically insane person, sitting right in the middle of the crime scene. I even convinced myself I did it at one point.. until, I remembered rabbit... They put me in a hospital for the criminally insane. Right where i belong, they said. Right where i belong......

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