Death is my BFF fanfic

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Deaths POV

"Auhhhhgh!"

a scream ripped through the asylum. I winced and covered my ears. The place was more like a jail, cells but no beds, they wallowed in their own filth. Disgusting. I hoped she was better by now, despite the conditions. The nurse hurried me to the room with a 'Whats wrong with him if he wants to see her insane arse?' look. I was ready to rip her to shreds, not that I couldn't of done that. "Ahhhhhhhhahaha!"

the scream ended in a demonic laugh. I walked up to her cell, and saw her in chains. Her eyes were wide with insanity and a face splitting grin crossing her face.

"Mmm... Come to visit me?" she purred seductivly, her whole face changing. Her head whipped around her eyes flashing. Insanity took over and she let out scream after scream, before looking crazy and impassive.

"You need to get better." my voice cracked

She flashed a toothy grin

"Not in my power. I am meeeeeee!" she sang

"Please. Try."

"Nevah!"

The heavy looking chains flatters as she tried to raise her arms

"It's not the best way." she murmured

What the flipping-dog-donut-death? What in the name of death was she talking about?

"Run boy! Run, and I will comeee!" she hissed. She lunged, snapping her jaws, only to be yanked back. Her ankles were chained too.

"Come on." the nurse led me away, no matter how much I wanted to kill her, I wouldn't. I had hope to take care of.

Unknown girls POV

He came to visit... Shouldn't have... I'm fine... Getting out of here tonight... What happened... Can't remember before coming here... One year. One year of memory, one year of life. I snapped at the chains, digging my long nails into my palms. I reached down to my ankles, and undid it with said nail. I worked on the other one, before rotating my wrist to painful levels. I managed to get the lock, and the last one was easy. I waited in the shadows, waiting for the nurse, hearing her footsteps. My hand reached through the bars and tugged at her leg, sending her tumbling to the ground. I snagged the keys and unlocked the door, slamming her into the ground. Unconscious or dead, I don't care. I ran through the halls, running my fingers across the bricks, marking my way. I dogged nurses and doctors, guards, and less crazy patients, laughter pealing behind me, as I burst into the sun.