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Ongoing, First published May 20, 2020
Mature
I'm Hazel. I've been trapped in an insane asylum for five years now. I'm only in here because of some man.. he murdered my mother, while my father ran off. Not even bothering to tell any authorities. I had to do what I had to do. I beat him up, but not normally. I ripped every inch of skin off, not caring anymore. I pulled his insides out. He was empty. Nothing to even bury in the ground.

One of my neighbors saw me doing this, so they called the police on me. That man is dead. To me and life. I know my ins and outs of this asylum, every single hidden spot or attempted escape route. You try to escape, death for you.
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