Being admitted at Briarcliff as the new girl wasn't the best thing in the world. I was pretty much stuck here forever with people I don't even know. My sister had me admitted after I murdered my parents.
I roamed the halls of the asylum, noises and screams were bouncing off the walls. I tried my hardest to ignore it.
"New here, huh?" A fairly cute boy came up to me.
"Yeah, I just got here today."
"What are you in here for?"
"Murdered my parents.
His eyes popped out of his head, then his lip curved into a smile.
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"I can't wait to make you mine. Then we can fuck in my room." He smirked and I knew it was asylum love.
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