Our Asylums

Our Asylums

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Sixteen year old Valerie has been told she is crazy almost her whole life. For thirteen years of her life she has lived in an asylum along with about fifty other kids. None of these kids have become adults and turned 18 yet, although some are close. When Val's best friend, Diana is taken by their 'Caretakers' a month before her 18th birthday, she knows something is up. She gathers her five remaining friends and they escape to find and save Diana. Only, they have not set a foot outside of the asylum in thirteen years. They don't know how the world works. They soon realize that maybe they are not crazy. Maybe there is a different reason they were in the asylum. On top of that, who knows when the Caretakers will catch up to them and drag them back to the asylum.
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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