I looked up as the cops surrounded us. I glared at them, aimed them my gun and shoot... no bullets.
I slowly hung my head low as they quickly restraint me. With my desperate pleas that it's not my fault, how it isn't what it looks like, my last piece of innocence won't back me up for sure.
They dragged me to the car, threw me in, and drove off
to the Misty Vale Asylum.
Back there to that god-forsaken room.
They tightened up my straitjacket with various locks, gagged me, and threw me in. I sat at the corner of my room, and heard my aunt's taunts, my family's corpses flashed in my eyes, and that ominous, psychotic, terrible, menacing laughter that rang my ears. I shout them off to stop but it keeps getting louder and louder and I just gazed through the nothingness of this white cushioned room.
Just emotionless as it keeps on eating my sanity.
Why didn't I listen?
YOU ARE READING
Quench of the Delinquents
ParanormalToo much curiosity could envelope the dangers from within, would it? The wonders of discovering the unknown could give off the consequences of your foolishness. The rebel inside you does not only give you the freedom you've always yearned, but it ca...
