What happend? Why did you do it? What was you thinking? These three questions are racing as fast as a panther hunting its prey through our heads. Never-ending pandomium that is ou life's now. We can't change it any more. Can't bring back our old selves. Can't have a normal life.
We just can't. Might just as well lock us up in an asylum.no one could list all of our problems there's got to be over a hundred. No drugs will cure us. It's not all our fault.
Currently we are in a abandoned hospital; this hospital is a hazard to this small town. So are we. That's what they tell us any way. In the hospital there is dried blood everywhere, the paint is peeling off the walls, the putrid stench of rotten excrement. And death. If your wondering who we are, we are Ash and Andi we're twins. Psychos if you will.
We we were once normal whatever that is, no one knew what we were capable of. I mean we look like the average teen with brown hair one blue eye one brown eye verry pail skin. But this kid called James, he bullied us for having two different colour eyes. He did say how we should have only one colour eye. How we should get more Sun. How we should not live by each others side. How we shouldn't draw 'creepy' drawings. How we shouldn't listen to rock music. One day we snapped. He couldn't come to school. It was heaven no James to say what we shouldn't do.
As you can imagine we got taken away. To a soletry place. But we didn't stay long. Now everyone's afraid of us. James doesn't speak now. He don't have the balls.
There's a new kid in school her name is zoe. She will become our friend. She has no choice.
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random short storys
Historia Cortathese stories will be made from thing based on mine or friend's lives or my fucked up imagination
