Sleeping Nightmare [COMPLETE ROUGH DRAFT]

The Final Chapter: A Different Perspective

It happens so quickly I don't even know why to begin. Right after Glass Shard stabbed himself with that euthanasia medication, he pointed at the notebook he gave me and fall asleep. I thought he died, but he stood up like a contortionist and looked around the room like he was trying to find something. Out of nowhere he ran super fast, it was like he was the Flash, but that wasn't humanly possible I don't think. He grabbed one of the carts and threw it at the two of guys firing and made them flew like ragdolls across. After that, he went to the guy at the very left and grabbed his head and slammed it against his knee and all I heard was a big crack sounding like a bomb going off. Then, the last guy he took the box cutter and from that groin to his neck Glass Shard cut right up, and I say the expression on that guy face when all of his guts fall right out of him. And what was left was a guy Glass Shard called Todd Brown, and Glass Shard picks him up, and he said something in his sleep. I think it was something like, "See you in Hell." and threw him on a coat hanger I didn't see until that hook went through his neck. After that madness Glass Shard stood in the middle of his destruction and merely fall on the ground, I ran where Glass Shard has laid now crying my eyes out.

"Come on wake up! Don't die on me you bastard!" I said.

"Come on Sarah there no hope for him now," Ben said putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up there's still time," I yelled back pushing his hand on my shoulder.

"Clam down," Ben said.

"How can I down when one of my friends sacrifice their life to help us escape," I said.

"I don't know if there anything I can do to cheer you up?" Ben asked.

"Put him in the cart," I replied.

"What?" Ben said.

"You want to cheer me up? Put him in the cart, and we're calling 9-1-1." I said.

"But..." Ben started.

"No buts we're taking him to the hospital and shutting this place down," I said.

So, we all helped put Glass Shard on the cart and went to the payphone next to the employee's only door.

"Shit, anybody has a quarter?" I asked.

Everybody check their pockets, and Stitches thank the lord had his lucky quarter with him. He hesitated, but eventually, he gave it to me.

"Thank you," I said and smiled.

Stitches smiled back. I put the quarter in the payphone and turned the dial and called 9-1-1 and it rang, and a lady picked up.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" The Operator said.

"Hello yes, I need an ambulance," I said.

"Ok, what is the location?" The Operator asked.

"The Judas' Asylum," I replied.

"Ok hold on ma'am we'll be there as fast as we can." The Operator said.

"Thank you," I replied and hung up.

After a while, the ambulance finally arrived and took Glass Shard away, and the police took Ben, Sam, and me to the station to be questioned. We told our side of the story and gave the notebook to a Detective named Ethan Hill. A charming fellow he likes art and writing, and he was very supportive of us. After we answer a lot of questions, we got a phone call. It was from the hospital one of the doctors inform us that Noah didn't make it that he died halfway on the trip to the hospital. The doctor wished he could tell us sooner, but he was informed we were at the station being questioned and he couldn't disturb us. Which I think that a bunch of bullshit, but what can I do now?

2

It about a month after Glass Shard died and the asylum was destroyed, and they're making a book about the disaster at Judas' Asylum, and I let them use Glass Shard notebook, and they gave it back after there were done with it. I hope everyone knows this story and I hope Todd is burning in Hell from killing those people even some of them I knew. Oh yeah, Ben and I are married and Stitches is now our adopted baby boy he hates when I call him that. We made our ice cream shop we call it "Insanity's Ice Cream" We been getting business and we're living a happy life I only wish you were here to enjoy it with us. Tomorrow I giving back your notebook back and if your spirit ever reads this, we all love you and hope you're resting in peace. The End.