Asylum | Hood

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Pandora stone.

I was about 5 when my parents told me they owned an asylum. Back then i didn't know what that was. I used to hang out around there when i was about 14 when i got home from school. As i started growing up i entered my sophmore year in school and i I started wanting money to buy my own clothes.

My parents thought it was a good idea if i worked for them and they'd pay about 300 a week. I thought it was a good and it wouldn't be hard. Boy i was wrong. But over the years i got used to it. The patients didn't give me much trouble. I would usually come straight to work when im done with school. I would also take the night shifts and stay in the night in couches on the playing room and in the moring go straight to school.

My parents asylum was well know for having the highest rank of having the biggest criminals on the whole state. Which quite frankly scared me to death.

The patients were quite nice. I didn't give them any trouble and they didn't give me any.

Unlike other asylums ours is very violent. Towards the patience. And i hate it. I mean these are people. They hurt and bleed there humans too and just because they did something wrong doesnt mean they deserve to be treated this bad.

I hear screams. Those kinda screams were you know someone is scared. I hear them every night when i try to sleep. It drives me insane. And it makes me want to cry.

I hate humans but i hate how they can hurt other humans. I hate it. But i guess thats why its called an asylum for a reason.