I'm locked out of the world. The room is dark, damps the only things I feel are cold tiles and a latch. The latch of the door. My only escape. The door is closed and locked there is no way out, but I have an idea how. The tiles break they come to get me I stab them. I start to laugh at the though of them dying. They will be here in the prison and I will be out in the world. I laugh hard with a smirk on my face. Maybe I belong here or maybe I belong in a world of death?
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Teen FictionAll fun and games till someone gets put In a mental hospital
