On sitting in a chair. I try and move my arms. I can't. They're tied to the chair.
"The patient has awoken, most interesting. None of the other patients show as much resilience as her." He says into a recorder.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" I yell. I've had enough of this. I just want to get away. I want peace. Why can't I have that? This world is insanely cruel.
"Hmm let me explain." The bastard smiles. We are pushing you to your breaking point. Heart break, bullying, getting beat this is all to push you."
"For what?" I growl.
"You should be happy. Our research is to push you to your limit. Most patients end up dying but you." He pauses then he goes on to say "You are the only one who can take it all."
"Your freakin nuts old man"What pointless research.
"Well love to talk but gotta go. Ta-da."
I black out.
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Demons tend to be scary
HumorWhat do you do when you lose the one you loved the most. Do you die? Be depressed? Act normally? I cut. I cut and I cut and I cut. I keep cutting the pain away. It feels better when I cut. Maybe one day I'll cut a vein bleed out and die. Am I crazy...
