Demons
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I woke up three years ago today in what i believe was a mental hospital. People told me that i was in that place because i tried to commit suicide. I didnt know whether to believe them or not. I carried on my life as if it had never happened. Then last month i was put back in the mental hospital. They said i tried to commit suicide again. I didnt know what to say. I was terrified i could barely breathe. Everyone kept telling me everything was going to be fine but i didnt know what they were talking about. Many people would come in my room and talk to me at night. Telling me to kill myself. I didnt know who they were. But when i looked around my room i saw nobody. I was starting to get scared so i shut my door and locked it. I hid under my blanket and i waited to see if they came back. They did telling me to go in the bathroom and take a bunch of pills and get in the bath and kill myself. I didnt i was staying strong. They came back... I did what they said an i killed myself.
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