Me VS Me

In an insane asylum, criminally insane ward room 642 third hall to the left last door on the right, in that very room lies a girl convicted of a murder she didnt commit, forced to plead insanity to avoid a jail sentence. Here lies in that very room a girl who knows the answer to all their questions, the truth to the lies that were told. The truth to who really killed Dylan. Here lies the smartest of them all and her name is Karmalita Prescott.

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1. The Room

CHAPTER ONE:

THE ROOM



 

They shut the door behind them as they leave. I can hear the lock click into place, but I still go over and try to open the door. They’ve taken me out of the straight jacket. Not that I needed one I was as calm as a sleeping baby. I knew this day would come. I was ready for it. I just didn’t know it would come this fast.

After I’ve tried the door a few times I go sit down on the cot sitting in the corner. Its pretty comfortable so I slowly doze off to sleep, but just before sleep overcomes me I start to panic. Terror and crazed rage consumes me I start to yell and throw myself at the door hoping that either I break it down or they hear me and come to see what wrong. Neither happen.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE!  I DON’T BELONG IN HERE! I DID NOTHING WRONG. LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT” , I scream as i fling myself at the door.

I stand back for a second look at the door I barely made a dent in it. This seems to enrage me more. I start screaming again. Throwing myself at the walls attempting to by some miracle break them down. As I’m throwing myself at the bed I catch a glimpse of myself in the shiny metal mirror.

Of course they wouldn’t put glass in here it’s a hazard.

As I’m looking at myself I start to realize why they might have put me in here instead of the holding cells at the county jail house with Donavan an Kristy. I look like a maniac.  My hair’s all out of place, my eyes are bloodshot red and bulging out of my head. I look down at my hands and they are shivering. It wasn't very cold in the room it was a nice spring time temperature, so i couldn’t have been cold maybe I was trembling with fear or nervousness. But I had no reason to be nervous I didn’t do anything wrong nothing at all. I can’t believe this is happening I’m being locked up like a lunatic criminal. I didn’t kill Dylan. I didn’t kill anyone. In fact I’m a victim in all of this too. A victim and a prime suspect and maybe even a key witness. Because for I didn’t kill Dylan J. Briscuso.

But I sure as hell knew who did.

 

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