Tears flood out of me like Niagara Falls. That's all I've been able to do since my mother was murdered. I sit in my bedroom as the voices in my head speak to me. My bedroom, I must be going crazy, this is no bedroom, it's a cell. I've been in here for days, no weeks, possibly years. Those stupid doctors put me in here. They said I went crazy when my mom died but they don't know what they're talking about. They have never felt grief like I have. I sit and look around. Cobwebs, mossy walls, no windows and a locked up door is what contains me. I wear rags, old rags from those like me. All the evil doctors do is beat me, run tests on me, and make me suffer. I have nothing to do but to be in pain and to be in grief. I read the papers again "Name- Madeline K. Unknown Last Name, Age- 12, Reason- Mental Support, Medication- Valium, Advil, etc." The voices in my head only whisper one thing to me "Kill the person who murdered your mom." "Make them, suffer."
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Lost But Found
Mystery / ThrillerHe's gone.... I guess. He's strange.... I think. She's lost... I believe so. She's scared..... I would say. They're all... gone. Lost. They're just lost in time, but they're found always. They are always found. Always.
