I'll try and update this every other week/every week. Anywho I hope you like it.. I know I am not the best writer but I try. I'll shut up now!!))
After being driven to court and the jury found you insane, you were driven to an Asylum. Again. For the fifth time.
Well, at least you didnt had to meet new people again. Talk about aggravating! You didn't want to meet the last people you met, let alone newer faces.
You struggled as the cops pulled you out of the car and forcefully drag you into the building.
You had to admit, the asylum was actually large and beautiful on the inside. You never seen anything like it... Well, you did but... You didn't want me to get into it now.
Anyways, you were being dragged to a different hallway which made you struggle even more as they unlocked an unknown door.
"Stand still, miss or we will have to bring out the syringe...!" A guard says which made you calmed down. The last time they did that... It didn't turn out so good.
Going into the room, you looked into the cells expecting to see people you've already met already.
Much to your amazement, you saw someone else.
He was laying across his bed lazily with an fedora over his face. His skin was badly burned and he wore a red and black sweater. Adding to his unique fashion, dark black pants and shoes.
His eyes were hidden under his fedora and you imagined snakes.
He would make one hell of an CGI character. You thought to yourself as you looked at the cell across from him.
There was a man with an hockey mask filled with scars and scraps. His grey eyes narrowing at you as he sat in a dark corner. You didn't get a lot of his features, it was too dark to see.
You quickly look ahead as they put you into a cell next to him on your left.
As soon as they practically pushed you in there, they closed and locked the cell and turned away.
You growled and kicked the door rather hard. The guards looked at you as if he wanted to do something, but thought better.
You gave up quickly as there was no point in struggling when you can't get out. These guards probably don't understand a joke, but they were indeed stronger, smarter, and faster than you.
With a sigh, you walked over to your bed, which wasn't at all like a asylum bed, and decided to sleep. Tomorrow would be be a day to shank a bitch.
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During your slumber, you felt your usual tough persona... vanished. It was black and dark around you like when a T.V. shuts off. You couldn't even see your two feet.
"Where... Am I?" You asked yourself. "This is a dream, I supposed..."
That's when the background started to ripple like raindrops falling into a lake.
"Totally a dream..." You muttered.
You looked in front of you to see... Well, you!
Your about 7 years old and you were crying and shaking in fear. on a hospital bed. You saw your aunt trying to comfort you, but you were still crying and shaky.
"It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault...." You chanted over and over to yourself, traumatized.
You we're badly wounded, with a arm cast and many cuts and bruised throughout the body.
