Insane Asylum

I have been in the mental hospital for two years now. I was accused of killing my mom, dad, dog, and sister. But I didn't. I don't exactly know who it was. It had happened a week after my brother moved to Arizona with his drug addict girlfriend. He became a druggie himself after he had gotten with her. I've tried explaining to everybody that I didn't do it. I told them that I thought it was my brother, but I didn't have any proof. So ever since then, I have been in the asylum. I was alone, hungry, and cold in my nasty room. None of the rooms had a heater. All the beds were so uncomfortable. They didn't even have a mattress, just a hard, wooden bedframe. I didn't like even being there. I mean, who would? The only person I had to talk to, was this really crazy girl named Madison. She had killed an eleven year old girl, because she seen a Slenderman website saying that you had to kill somebody in order to get on the site. She had stabbed the girl twelve times in the chest, almost killing the innocent girl, just the please Slender. She honestly was crazy. But I wasn't. I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't even a part of the murder at my own house...