Friday, October 30, 2015

The Asylum

Two years ago I woke up in this place being victimized with torturous medical procedures to make me remember killing my family. But I know I didn't kill them. I saw the man in a mask creep through each room as everyone was sleeping. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. When he saw me sitting in the dark corner at the end of the hall he softly ran the blood dripping knife along my face and said, "My Angel Baby." And then everything went black. I can't take another procedure. I can't take another shock. I'll run until my feet fall off to find that man. I'm innocent! #LiteraryJunkie

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