I gasped as I jolted awake. My head was in immense pain, and I didn't have a clue where I was. Maybe... Maybe that was just a dream? Maybe I never went to hell, nor had I been accused of killing my parents. Urgh, I don't know what's going on!
I slowly stood, checking out my surroundings. Wait, I recognised this place... I just couldn't picture where from. I placed my hands in my hoodie pockets, as I felt the bitter chill of the cold air nip at my skin, torturously.
Suddenly, I could feel something in my hand. I grasped it with my fingers and bought it up to my face so that I was able to read the messily scrawled writing that obscured the page.
It read ;
"Alex. I bet you're confused as to where you are. Right? That's a shame. Maybe this will ring a bell: The place in which you brutally murdered your own parents."
I didn't murder them... I didn't. This place, I could finally picture where it was from. It was my kitchen. Memories of my parents' deaths flashed beforey eyes. I screamed and covered my eyes. Maybe the visions would go away. They had to. They had to go away.
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the mental asylum reject
Mystery / Thrilleralex wakes up cold, tired and hungry. his clothes are torn, his leg is chained and he cant remember a thing about who he is or where he is . this psychological thriller follows alex as he discovers a terrible secret and he is thrust into the pits o...
