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Soon I'll be out, Out of this jail mind, Killing me softly as the wall close in faster I've heard of the mystery deep inside hiding within the walls of the great jail mind , Hunting me inside screaming out for help But no one is there to help me The pain hurts as I've received shots into my body "Help!, Help!", I scream no one is there to help me Am all alone, Knowing that there's no one in my sight I lay down as the darkness of the jail mind take over my body As the sweet pain runs through my body. Their here, their here the monsters consuming my mind, waiting on me calmly. Squeezing me into the walls as my bones broke into pieces. "Ah!" I say to myself their getting closer I try to move but my legs were tied down I close my eyes afraid to see his face Or I'll turn blind they say to me, I remember a warning from the great one They're finally here... His hands touch my face as a sudden heat came over me Their evil smiles would never be forgotten, "The job is done" they said. Walking away into the darkness. I was done with, I was half way to death as my body laid on the cold floor Almost life less. Suddenly, I woke up in an unfamiliar room, white all around, lying in a bed. 'Where am I ? This isn't my room,' I thought. I was interrupt from my thoughts from an opening door, as a man dressed in white entered the room. - Ebony Cornette
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It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.

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