Waking up to the sound of metals, utensils and bottles sounding behind me. But I wasn't asleep, I never did.
Slowly sitting up because of the strait jacket wrapping me, tightly securing my arms to my chest.
I blankly stared at the wall as the woman beside me messed with tge tray, holding up a syringe. She loosen the belt on my other arm folding the sleeve up.
I flinched a little as the syringe toched my skin, as she pulled it out I just stare at her. She fastened my arm back again and stood up, my eyes following her every move she made.
She set the syringe back to the tray and carried it, she walked to the door but stopped midway. Looking back at me, her mouth opened a little and closed it like she was holding back what she wants to say.
"Y-you're getting out t-today" her voice shaky and low, looking back at the white wall.
I smirked at her and stiffened a giggle. At the corner of my eye I could see her hands shaking and I directly stare at her in the eyes.
She backed away getting out of the room, hurriedly closing the door and walking away. As her footsteps faded, I laid back down smiling uncontrollably laughing and smile forming in my lips.
Maybe you probably guessed where I am right now, right?
But this is halfways of the story of my misserable yet amusingly different life. Let's start from the beginning, I'll tell you everything.
I'll tell you the real me.
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Sweet Dreams (Jeff the Killer Fanfic)
FanfictionAlexandra Curtis, an orphan whom is borned a psychopath finds herself in a place full of killers and she herself was one. Meeting those killers was like meeting her own family but soon finds herself caught up in a situation where she was being fough...
