Taking Action.

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Sadness turned to Anger as the sun lifted over Delath. I stormed to the desolate police station with the box of pictures in hand and slammed it onto the police mans desk and demanded an explanation.

His blond her shone as his blue eyes pointed up and said "what is it?."

I explained to him what happened as a mocking smile grew onto his face.

"Its okay dear, we will get you some help." Said the police man slowly.

He sat me on the chair as I shook with fear.

Suddenly somebody walked into the room and held my arms as they lifted me from the chair. Pain shot through my arm as my vision began to fade.

I woke up in a white room, chained to a hospital bed. A nurse walked in as she spoke

"Its okay dear, calm down, we are only here to help" she said as her long blonde hair bobbed by her ears.

I glared at the wall as I spotted a sign saying:

Psychiatric ward.

I realized where I was.

I kicked and screamed as I demanded to be released.

I ran pulling my whole weight as I ripped free from the chains.

I ran through the hospital, helpless eyes stared at me. Police started chasing me as I ran out of the hospital door.

I knew where I was going.

The stones on the floor hit my bare feet like daggers as I tripped, scraping my pajamas on the floor. Blood poured from my scraped knees as I clambered to my feet and continued running. I approached a sign.

Delath Grove.

I believe that this monster killed my friends. If so, I wanted him to kill me too.


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