I’m not mad,or crazy,or insane.just bloodthirsty.heres my story.
I wasn’t like the other boys and girls.Most of them like dolls or fighter planes.No.I had to like fake knives and guns.Apparently that made me insane.I hated that.I hated my mom for that.I hated my dad for that.Sending me to Marian School For Special Children.”Please be careful with Matty!Shes…uh…special.” said my mother.This is the day i went to the asylum.
I was only 6 at this time.”W-where are we going???”I asked nervously.”To your….room.”Said the man.They havent emptied my pockets yet so i still had my lucky knife in my pocket.”Cell 118″I read aloud.”You lied”I said.So i stabbed him.Right in the heart.I ran as fast as i could.I got away.I finally felt free
Credit To – Morgan