Hello, I'm Jade but, I would prefer something else. But more on that later. Well, Right now I'm in the Ziby Mental Asylum for manic peoples. I'm here because I killed my parents and their 'friend'. I'll explain in a few moments. I am talking to you through a lucid dream.
Next time I sleep I'll tell you my story. I have to wake up soon but first, let me explain some things. I am insane and accept this, but the only thing keeping me 'sane' is music. I'm not talking about an iPod. No. Just songs I have memorized. I use them against others, to heal, and to help my mental state. When I say that I mean that I'm suicidal. I am misunderstood, weak, and I can't be myself. No one here believes me but, I am trans and pan but they won't understand. Much less care. It's time for me to wake up. Bye...
"Finally!" There is a doctor standing there, over my bed. "Get up. It's time for some tests." I just stand and follow him to a room. It is mostly empty. With the exception of a chair and some switches next to a desk, it looks like every other room I've been in; plain. The cement walls now cracking after years of use and wear. The pale blocks look old, which is not far from the truth. "Now sit there." He points to the chair with wires and such sticking out of it.
POV Change(brought to you by gay potatoes)
She walked over to the chair and sat down. Almost instantly, the cuffs locked in place and so did the headband. A bright light suddenly shined in her eyes, nearly blinding her. The chair began to whir as soon as the doctor began to flip some switches.
"Now just answer some questions." They knew she couldn't speak. Jade was panicking inside but wouldn't let it show. If she showed fear they would double the punishment instantly. She had learned that her first day here. She wouldn't give in. No matter what they did or said.
Two hours later
Free. She was finally free. She was laying in bed. That same bed she had crawled to on her first day here. Right after she was thrown. it wasn't anything special. It didn't give her warmth or comfort. It was pretty much just a flat mattress and two thin sheets. She couldn't take it. She needed to escape. But first, she needed to talk to someone, or rather two people.
POV Change('... ' means thinking)
'Hello?'
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I will be saying 'she' until later in the story but that is beside the point
YOU ARE READING
Twisted (Creepypasta OC)
TerrorJade(for now) was thrown into a mental asylum for the murder of her parents and one of their friends. She was experimented on for years due to the resistance of information for years. But that changes one day.
