Maybe I am different. Maybe the things I think, the things I feel aren't thought or felt by others. "WHY" I screamed. Why do these walls close in? Why can't I hear myself scream? Why do I find death to be so solace? They should just kill me now I got better but I am just keeping it in. They can't let me out I will be to dangerous when I break down. When will I beak? When will I fall?
2 months ago:
Professor Wallace was madly writing on his newest psychological study. He was fantasied by the mind of the insane. He was looking for ways to integrate them back into the world when he thought "why not just throw them into the world?" Of course with a guide. He was planning to have young asylum kids to be put in school when it starts for a few months until he knows if it is working. He was trying to cure them. He was hoping this to be possible, at least in the early ages.
"Professor are you ok? It is 3:00 in the morning!"
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The demons inside
Teen FictionA troubled 14 year old boy is getting eaten alive by insanity without anyone knowing.
