Asylum

“This is all just a game isn’t it? A big twisted f*cked up game.” The worn, tired voice echoed through my thoughts. “I think I understand! Am I here because of the things I’ve done?! “The ‘bad’ things!? Am I stuck here until I see the error of my ways, until I repent?!” The voice was escalating… “Well you’re going to have to wait a long time. Because I don’t regret a damn thing!” I felt the rage pulsating through the voice. It was so powerful, I could feel it… “Kill me! Kill me right here. Right now! I’m not afraid to die!” Suddenly the voice was silenced by the sound of a gunshot. “You were too cocky for your own good…” A second voice. Why do I hear these voices? Am I going crazy? Maybe that’s why they put me in this hell hole…

The second voice echoed through my mind. Deep and cold.

“Welcome to the asylum”