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    Suddenly, I awake in a cramped dark place, unable to remember how I got here.. What is this? Who am I? Whatever the answer may be, surely I wasn't going to find the answers cramped up in solitary confinement, like a punished soldier all scared and alone, and I began wiggling out of my ties. Next I beat the door down, fists bloody as can be. I now stared at a blank room, white walls with a beige carpet floor, not a spot on it. Instead of furniture there were only plastic tables and chairs, much like you'd see at a jail or downgraded commuting center. The lights flickered. On the wall to my left was a small mirror, which I then looked into, only to not recognize the man staring back at me.

    I then broke the mirror, to grab a chunk of the glass for defense. That's when the door opened, and a large man in white approached me with a giant battle axe. He had another's skinned face over his, and soon we were fighting in a brutal bout of rage and horror. I slit his throat, and moved out of the room into a long hallway. I ran, ran as fast as I could and soon saw a door 100 feet ahead. I hit the door, but it was sealed shut. Just then I heard a chainsaw, and as I turned around I saw a large man running towards me, revving the saw rapidly.

    Soon he was within 20 feet, and I had to duck under as he collided into the sealed door behind me. I picked up the chainsaw, and after carving him like a thanksgiving turkey, sawed the door right down. Just ahead, what I saw I would never forget, deeper than any horror Ive ever witnessed, because right as I did so, I remember who I was. Who I am. A danger, a danger to society.

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    They say I killed 2 orderlies in my episode of psychosis that night, and made my way outside, but see that's when it all ended, and once I came back I remembered who I was, the monster who bottled himself up in fear until the bottle broke, a damsel of my own mind. My sickness, my curse, my world. I was shot 8 times by a responding officer; that's after I rushed him with my shard of glass that obviously wasn't s part of my dillusion. I did it to be free, to cleanse myself of evil you see...
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    - Landon Miller, Rellim Writings