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I stared a the pure static, hearing the screams of all the loved ones I met, I enjoyed it much. just seeing them die in pain. I banged my head against the static. "wAsN'T tHaT fUn?" I spoke quietly to myself

"Alina?" My asylum doctor called.

I was put in a asylum ever since my mother died, in a car accident. I was there, seeing her scream. I cried silently, remembering that dark moment. I tried killing my self in the most gruesome ways. I still have the scars and cuts, I even screamed and laughed at the same time while I was torturing myself. I had no idea what happened to me, I was this bright child until... "sHe'S gOnE iSn'T sHe?"

"Alina, your okay, sit in that chair." She pointed at the Smooth, Wooden chair next to me. and sat down in her desk, observing the pictures I drew when I was six.

I laughed silently and sat down on the chair looking at my doctor angrily for no reason. I smiled and remembered what was going on. It was weird how I was, I was happy for a moment, and then I lost it. I spoke up in my normal voice, "those were the pictures I drew when I was six....".

My asylum Doctor said in a wondering voice, "can you explain why there is pictures of your mother inside a house crying?".

I cried "....sHe HaD nO tImE, ShE hAd ToO." I got out of the chair while my doctor wasn't looking and went to the TV. I really wanted to talk to my beautiful mother, I missed for so long. She had Dark hair, the color of pitch, and white skin, and wore beautiful dresses, that reminded me of the classic Disney princess Snow White. I missed her so.

"Hi mom...I love you too....I wonder when-" I heard footsteps from the hall. "Alina?....Excuse me have you seen Alina Madora?" Minutes passed when she finally came in.

"Alina, I've been looking for you all over the place! Come with-"

My eyes, they were black, pitch, and dark, my skin was teared apart, my hair was teared off and I almost looked bald. Blood was everywhere, down my face, down my hand and even down my knees and legs. my mouth was cut, and nails were banged into my cheeks smiling. My doctor saw the tears down my face and stopped with out any hesitation.

"sHe'S sTiLl HeRe..."


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"rUn...."

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