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This chapter is all about what barrnet thinks about her experience of the asylum.
So enjoy 😁 x..the walk through was dattie and the dark wood turned and twisted just like some of the people in this nut house. Why am I here? I didn't do such thing?
"Your here barrnet cause you've got a illness called being lesbian" said the main head.
'Oh shit I said what I thought outloud..' "oh ok but I am not.. just saying" I sensibly said.
" I WILL WANT NO CHEEK OFF A WHORE LIKE YOU, MISSY." she loudly pronced. So all of the builden was covered with my acusedment. "Alright, sorry marm" said quietly.As she open to let me leave with a nurse she wispered "let's hope this is fun.."
But it was to late to see her face and give off a cheeky smile, so I followed the nurse to my dorm. And she give me a tour of the builden, the 'modern parts' and the old parts, which weirdly nothing diffrent.
There was one big, hollow room, where head poding and sufercating sounds came from. The music was terrible such a drag. As the nurse opened the doors, people were shanking back and forth, some were in corners, some lying on the floor humming to thereself.There was the young man called Chris.. we sorta started to talk.
"So why you in this hell?" He instantly asked.
"I could ask the same, with a puppy face like you're, well I've been acursed of being lesbian and murder. But the murder doesn't matter to them.. yourself?"Haha "well a pretty face, doesn't mean shit here either, well dear I've been sent because I tried to murder my hole f amaily, ain't going to complain but this is the place.." he sighed and chuckled and said "did the the head say I hope this is fun, or is it just me?"
Hey sorry here again haha, I'll be continuing this some time this week so enjoy until then. X
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Blow Out
Mystery / ThrillerWith some triggering and shocking images and laugnage I give you blow out which is a intake of what I think about the dark.