I am so bored. I have nothing to do and the voices are not nice. They whisper in my ears and tell me to do bad things. They keep telling me that they are not real and just to ignore them. But it's hard and they get so loud. I couldn’t tune they out and in the end I just gave in. After that I felt better and I embraced them. I was so happy until they caught me. They called me a monster and that I was a demon. Many people couldn’t believe that I did those horrendous acts since of how I looked but looks can be deceiving. It was funny that they called me the devil and how I look didn’t match how I acted. I remember when they asked me in court if I had any last words before I am sent away. I looked them straight at the camera and said, “The Devil is real, and he is not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel and he used to be God’s favorite.” My laugh echoed through the courtroom and and…show more content…
Since we are they scum of the earth they people don’t care what happens to us. The government uses us as human test subjects since they rather not use sane people. I was dragged there and thrown into the cell I was meant to die in. As soon as they wheeled me into the building all you heard was crying and screaming. The very air has screams smeared on it. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t even make out what they are saying. Each door we passed had some creature in it. It didn’t look human anymore and if it did then they had lost their mind. Some were clawing their skin off, rocking back and forth in the corner, and some even looked as if they are being starved. They have deformed bones and discolored skin. They look as if they are a monster from those horror movies. Which is ironic since we were sent here because they said we were monsters. Now our inside match our outside.
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I am so bored. I have nothing to do and the voices are not nice. They whisper in my ears and tell me to do bad things. They keep telling me that they are not real and just to ignore them. But it's hard and they get so loud. I couldn’t tune they out and in the end I just gave in. After that I felt better and I embraced them. I was so happy until they caught me. They called me a monster and that I was a demon. Many people couldn’t believe that I did those horrendous acts since of how I looked but looks can be deceiving. It was funny that they called me the devil and how I look didn’t match how I acted. I remember when they asked me in court if I had any last words before I am sent away. I looked them straight at the camera and said, “The Devil is real, and he is not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. Because he’s a fallen angel and he used to be God’s favorite.” My laugh echoed through the courtroom and and…show more content…
Since we are they scum of the earth they people don’t care what happens to us. The government uses us as human test subjects since they rather not use sane people. I was dragged there and thrown into the cell I was meant to die in. As soon as they wheeled me into the building all you heard was crying and screaming. The very air has screams smeared on it. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t even make out what they are saying. Each door we passed had some creature in it. It didn’t look human anymore and if it did then they had lost their mind. Some were clawing their skin off, rocking back and forth in the corner, and some even looked as if they are being starved. They have deformed bones and discolored skin. They look as if they are a monster from those horror movies. Which is ironic since we were sent here because they said we were monsters. Now our inside match our outside.
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