The rest of the night fell hazy to Jason, most of it filled with yelling, both from the crowd and from Reyna. He remembered the hazy smile that was stitched on her bitten lips. The medication was,
"Slightly overkill, but I had a raging woman on my hands, didn't I!" The man boomed. He was a security guard for the gala, that had tackled Reyna mid laugh. After the...gruesome shoe incident, Reyna had begun to laugh with mirth, a joyous sound filling the revulsion stricken atmosphere. Jason scowled at the man. How could he be so vile, so pleased of himself? This young woman had started killing people, and he felt proud?! The idea disgusted Jason, to the point where he was forced to leave the man's presence altogether. He watched Reyna as she was carted away, a drugged giggle filing into his ear drums. It was horrifying. The night going from blissful, romantic, perfect, to disturbing; all too quickly. Jason felt a sense of hatred toward the things Reyna did, unjustifiable things. Unforgiveable.
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
