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Asylum heart

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A girl named, well she had no name, she grew in the streets without a family and went nuts. One time she almost killed her best friend who was a guy named Erin, he never realized that she was crazy until that day and took her to an asylum. Then she went even crazier due to the heartbreaking feeling that even her life long friend attmited she was cray cray. Since then she never spoke again which got her into many trouble, she recived electro therapy, brain surgeries and other painful tortures. Every thing was horrible until she made a few friends, Jessica and Andy. What she didn't know is that they were both serial killers. Would they try to kill her? Will they be a bad influence on her? I don't know! You read it! ;)
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December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

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