Crimson thoughts

3

He listened to the screams and ramblings of the fellow tenants of the mental hospital. He remembered why he was here. Proven clinically insane after he was found burning his own house down. No body cared for why he did it, nor did they ask. He knew he had his first 'session' of shock therapy in a few minutes. They claimed it would help with his insanity. But really all it did was make the patients who went through it hollow husks of themselves. Or if it went on to long they could find themselves dead. Which most at the hospital would consider themselves lucky. No one on the outside knew of the horrors that went on. They blamed the deaths on suicides and natural causes. 'Its time.' A nurse walked in ready to escort him. He stood with eyes that seemed already dead. The straight jacket he had the only thing protecting everyone else. They walked silently down endless and endless whit halls, until they arrived at the door that would lead to personal and painful tortue. They removed the straight jacket and strapped him in. Then the electricity came on, and the screams could be heard, all the other patients cowered in fear already knowing the fate the man is suffering from. And already knowing that he would not come out alive in the next few hours.

This one was really bad. v.v oh well.