"Ghoul? Zombie?" I flipped through my notebook filled with my thoughts. "I'm not a badass like ghouls in that anime... And I'm not dead... I think..." I mumbled, biting my bleeding nails. I rolled up against the cold cell wall and tried to cry. "What am I?" My crying turned to laughter. Laughs echoed through the lonely cell. Then, I felt something hit me. It had come from the cell next to mine. I picked up the thing that hit me. It was a crumbled piece of paper. I opened it. It said, we need to get out of here.
I wrote back on the note, Uh, hi there neighbor. I threw the note across the cell bars. I could see a guard coming toward us, so I hid my notebook and acted like I was playing with my bloody hands.
Yes, I was in a cell. I was a phycopath, or that's what people called me. I don't know why they think that, I just stabbed someone with my scissors in 5th grade because I was mad. Ever since, I was sent here and put in jail. I've counted up how many years I've been here. 2 years now, I think. My insanity level hasn't went down since 5th grade and I've heard the guards talking to each other yesterday that they were going to kill me in a week because I wasn't going to get my sanity back.
When the guard walked passed me, I got hit by the paper again. I opened it. I've been here since yesterday and I'm going crazy. Since the paper we wrote on was full, I ripped a paper out of my notebook and wrote on it, I'm pretty sure you're here because you ARE going crazy. I've been here for 2 years. So first things first, are you a girl or a boy? Name, reason your here, exc. I threw the note back at the person.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Just a little Phycopathic
Misterio / Suspenso"Ghoul? Zombie?" I flipped through my notebook filled with thoughts. "I'm not badass like ghouls in that anime... And im not dead... I think..." I mumble biting my bleeding nails. I rolled up against the cold cell wall and tried to cry. "Wha...
