my living hell

The first 2 days in my hell

Day one: Today is my first day at Waverly hills sanatarium I don't belong here but I guess that's what we all say. I am seriously not crazy, sure I might be homicidal but that's completely different from crazy right. Shit maybe I am crazy but I'm not a bipolar or any of that shit. This sanatorium is my own living hell. The ways the doctors treat us for our ailments is basically grabbing an electric fence and see how many brain cells we kill hoping that we die. It's only my first day but I'm planning on escaping. I will make it out of this fucking hellhole.

Day two: I've tried to escape twice but they tasered me both times just because I'm a little dangerous and have a slight risk of being absolutely fucking insane doesn't mean you have to Taser me. I think this place makes people go crazy. I got it they take in the saine people and make them insane so then they can make more money off of them. I'm running through the hall trying to find a way out when one of the guards throws me down to the floor and says

" your kind down belong up here, you belong in the basement with the rest of them."

I try to get up and run away but I can't he has his knee in my back and he seems to enjoy hurting me.

I think of a mean comment about his weight and I roll over and say

"I thought you had to be in relatively good physical shape to be a security guard." I was laughing so hard that when he got up and kicked me in the stomach I didn't even feel it, then, he kicked me harder and I sure as hell felt that one, but I kept laughing because my plan was working. Then he put on the zip ties on my wrists, I definitely felt those he made them as tight as fucking possible, but as soon as he pulled me on to my feet I ran through the halls and I even broke the zip ties, they couldn't find me that day.