Psychologically Limp s/b (JTK FANFIC)

There is a killer on the loose. Not only that, but a looney one. At least that was what my fellow peer have said.

Not long ago the sirens of bells clung against the poorly painted red metal. "A patient has escaped!" The nurses yelled to the guards, ushering them towards the door that labeled 583.

The room was found wide open, the handle of the door was slipped off with what it looked like a knife. A soft laugh echoed through the barely empty room, a young boy was sitting on the bed with a butcher knife. "Jeffrey how dare you put a false alarm!" One of the nurses, out of anger, walked up to the kid. Once she raised her hand to strike him, her hand only went through the blade of the butcher knife.

"Go to sleep."