Cinnamon_Twisted
How long have I been here, housed in these glass walls?
How many times will I wake up in a different room than I fall asleep in?
How many times will I be tossed roughly into the room with marshmallow walls, dragged back into my simple room? A room with nothing but one bed and a small window, proving to me that I'm on the ground floor.
But when they bring me here, to this glass prison, that is when I am most animalistic. I can feel their eyes on me, watching. Always watching. I never talk to the men in the white coats, never to the therapists or the ones who bring me medicine.
They try to get me to talk, they threaten me, and I attack -- the cycle begins again. The padded cell to the glass one to the one with the window. But never outside, never free. The glimpse into the outside world makes freedom feel so close, it tempts me with its closeness and then tears my hope and dreams away without effort.
The view is meant to break my spirit, to stomp down my rebellious spirit. But it only reinforces my desire to get out of this place. But I never will. They made sure of that.
Welcome to my personal Hell... Welcome to Wayside Asylum.
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Welcome to Wayside, a mental rehabilitation facility for the unbalanced and dangerous. While we hope to cure and release these patients of ours, they are offered a permanent home at Wayside. Any permanent physical or mental damage sustained at Wayside will not be paid for by the establishment. We do not guarantee safety, longevity, or curation of mental illnesses. Thank you for choosing Wayside.
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I do not own Marble Hornets, the Creepypasta fandom, or any of their characters. I do own my original characters and storyline (though it is loosely based off of a Ticci Toby x Reader by @KissedByRain ... Loosely).