I wake up in that white bed in a white room, I can't take it. one more day in this hell and I'm gonna go insane.
no music
no games
no phone
no nothin
just a stupid white freaking room. I liked it better when my parents would throw me into a wall, point a gun at my head and said ... well, let's not go there, I try not to think of those things...
stupid. i was so stupid.
i feel my mind overflowing, tearing me appart, i want too die- no i dont- i want to kill- WHAT!? NO- i feel like the walls are closing in on me-...- the white walls are turning red- no there not, there white- dark, deep read blood is dripping down from the cracks in the walls-... cant...think...right- deep red blood i pound on the door -wait, i can't control myself...- i sing "Ring arround the rossey, pocet ful of possey, ashes ashes wee all are dead." my vision is blury help i turn looking through the see through glass i can see an outline of a person i broke out of the straight jacket and busted thrue the glass with a chain that was atached too the jacket
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Every Story Has An End.
Horrorinsanity... it gets to all of us! -more or less- but just how does it affect Anna?
