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I passed out, only to awaken in a long, white hallway with flickering lights. It seemed familiar in some way, but how? I have surely never been here before. I looked at the hallway and saw what appeared to be stained, rotting, white walls, and there was some kind of doll staring at me, as if it knew I was there. I walked forward and turned a corner to see a door that had police line tape on it, and the tape said something like "Do not enter, Forensic investigation scene."
Then suddenly, the lights that flickered shut off, and I heard a blood-curdling scream. It sounded like a
I woke up in a padded cell, which appeared to be splattered with blood. There was a dead doctor on the floor in front of a locked cell door. There was also an eerie TV in the corner of the room that was too high to reach. Most likely to keep any patient from using it to hurt themselves or something along those lines. But the TV had some weird symbols, and it kept flickering through channels. First, a pentagram made of blood and a black background, then the house I was in earlier, except this time it looked completely normal, then a picture of a gir-
That's when it hit me. Like a gear turning in my head, I remembered it all. The first room I was in when I saw the bloodshot eyes. Those were the parents of the girl I had murdered. Their eyes were bloodshot from crying. The hallway that was stained, rotting, and had flickering lights, was the insane asylum hallway I had walked down. The doll? That was the girl's doll that had haunted my dreams for years. The house? None other than the murder scene after I had killed the little girl. And the room
It was then that I decided. I took the euthanasia needle, found the small glass bottle holding the rest of the euthanasia, took the needle and filled it. I then stuck it in my arm. Pushed the cold venom in and let the long sleep take me. Before I succumbed to death, I heard that whisper, the haunting, horrifying whisper that told me, "You can't handle the truth."
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