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Ever got a sensation in your fingertips while holding a

but a trash- heap made of flesh, fragile tissue and blood?

 

 

difference in me. Of course being trapped in this fucking room with no social

contact with the outside world has been pretty rough since I got locked up in

 

But before I was locked up, I was a fairly good teenager I

never would have found that body, if I just hid it well enough

 

many twists and turns you never know what to expect.

 

This room, this place these doctors, these people, these

tell you! Madness! I never asked for this. But as of today I am writing this as

 

a sick and twisted bastard of a father, and a lying cheating whore of a mother

 

work home they were fairly nice men though at least.

 

 

One day mommy brings some work home his name was James. But

they just talked and daddy well you can say he was on vacation. Now mommy kept

get to work, but before she got the job done they went for a walk. Now a little

chipping off and cracked windows that were practically broken, surrounded by

can see from my bedroom window. Now back to what mommy and James are doing, I

watched what happened through my window, James had pulled something out of his

back pocket he ended up using it to hit mommy on the back of the head, knocking

scream. I watched in horror with tears streaming down my cheeks as he ripped off

her clothes and took of his belt and tied her up with it, he took off his pants

 

Soon daddy came home and hurt me he kept doing it and doing

with. Her wavy golden hair, her beautiful sea glass green eyes and her stunning

smile, every guy in school wanted her I

she accepted and soon she became my girlfriend, oh how the other guys envied me!

I was ecstatic especially since I had such a beautiful woman in my life. Things

hours at night screaming that I still loved her, crying until my eyes fell out

found in the kitchen of the abandoned house and proceeded to walk to where she

lived, I finally made it to her place and looked up at her window, I saw her

and she ran down the stairs thinking it was her parents, she stopped dead in

tracks when she saw me, I looked at her with tears streaming down my face and

 

She ran back up the

the bed, I then kissed her passionately

 

her while tears streamed down my cheeks as I held her.

 

said to her corpse.

 

screamed as I stabbed her again

 

somewhere some place! So, I took her body to the creek where my mother was

killed, I wrapped her body in the blood soaked blankets and sheets; Then I

window and yell things, I was the first suspect.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I shouted. I woke the whole neighborhood; eventually a man

about in his early twenties came to me and asked:

 

 

a child again

 

 

He was shocked, and replied

 

 

 

He looked at me

 

 

I shook in fear

 

 

He said to me

 

 

"...."

 

whatever it was, was back from the dead, I screamed, soon I woke up in this

fucking asylum, apparently the cops identified the blood on my clothes as hers

hearing the voices in my head, still seeing things. All the electric shock

 

 

Samuel R. Mooney,

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