Chapter 13

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by Laluna123

by Laluna123

Depression.

That's the feeling you could say is running through my veins at this moment. I don't even think that eating pickles and mustard could cheer me up. So as I sit here, listening to probably the weirdest mixture of The Used and Breaking Benjamin, I probably should recount the things that have happened.

As all of you (should) know, I will be breaking out of the POD for the 65 time next week. It's just gotten so boring in here. Sure, i took a break from writing this shit we call comedy, but stll, it just doesn't work like that.

I guess you could say that I'm depressed because I finally killed the 1,000th person last weekend, before getting thrown back in here, and that I really want a muffin right now. But you know what, no one gets what they want. I wanted to bring him back to life. What do I get? A lable marked INSANE and locked away forever in a spongey padded room.

But then again, as the most wicked thought crosses my mind, I start to hum happily, picking my nails with a knife that i just happened to be sneaking in at the time I was caught. My trusty knife. That could never betray me. It's killed all 1000 people, I just have to kill 111 more, then I can finally be free.

So. I guess you can say that depression is over. And as the ignorant guard comes in with another plate of mustard, pickles, gruel, and orange juice . . . let's just say that he won't be leaving alive. With my knife poised, a simple slash to the neck should do it. If he still has enough strength to move, or even call out, a stab to the brain should do it. Or should I take my time with him? Maybe I should gouge out each eye. Maybe I should rip out his tounge. He won't be needing that anyways.

How should I finish this ignorant man? My only source of food. I might not get another meal after this. What should I do . . .

Of course, as I think of this, I'm assuming he saw the evil thoughts flickering beneath my gentile visage of a young girl, and ran like all of hells fury be beneathed upon him. (yes, not even I know what that means)

And, simply because I am bored and don't feel like taking my time anymore, I bid you good bye. Untill I see you again, at least TRY to stay alive. I only say this out of best interests for you.