It's been awhile since I posted a story. But I had to be on the safe side, lest my parents would find out what horrors I have wrote into the threads that lie in these forums. But today, I would be sent to the psychiatrist, I had been working on one of the stories when my mom and sister barged in, they asked what I was doing, I told them I was writing a story. They ripped the iPad from my hands, thinking they would see a damn girly story. Only to see morbid intepretions of objects and tons of gore. First thing was they called my dad, then the psychiatrist. I've got only a short time on here, I'm saving a draft and will continue soon after my trip to the psychiatrist.
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Okay, I'm back. And things aren't so easy here, the psychiatrist is dead. I killed the nurse. I don't know what I just did but the fact is I just took the lives of two innocent people. I'm on my phone, using the free wifi connections at McDonalds. It has been a few days since then, I've been surviving by trickery of grabbing the meals other people ordered at McDonalds. Nobody hasn't noticed yet, I'm already on a wanted list at the town hall. Everybody is looking for me. I'm thinking of changing my place of refuge, but this is the only place I know with a connection.. Still I'm going off for a different place. Rather lose my Internet than to be in jail.. Or be hanged. Will save a draft here, if I find a connection, this will be continued.
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Sweet Reuben, I've finally found an Internet connection. Another McDonalds restaurant. I've moved districts. And I ain't on a wanted list. Found work here. Free food and money. Can live with this. Got my daily wage, will buy some new clothing other than this greasy restaurant uniform.
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Another person whose life I took away, he was one of those clothing store workers. He recognized me, so I had to take him down quickly. My luck that nobody was there when the thing went on. Would have gone alot rougher. A metal pole for those clothes hangar hangars to my weapon of choice. Nobody will notice that I'm carrying a metal pole around anyway. Have to move districts again, so tiring. Will have a quick meal before I run off. Evidence there will put me on wanted list, if it was possible to do so.
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God dammit, now the authorities are onto me, my face is now on national television. No idea what to do, broke into a gun store in the middle of the night, stole a colt. Can't believe the owner was on sleeping pills that time. Am using his phone's satellite Internet connection. Will keep his phone, and the colt for now.
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They know where I am, in a abandoned storehouse. What to do. If I went with them, I'll probably get executed... My gun is out of bullets. No idea how it emptied. But the colt had blood stains on it. Am I really insane? Were the writings which I wrote a representation of my mind? God damn, it's time for me to surrender myself.
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Mental institutions do have Internet and computers. Lucky me, or I'd never finish this. Though my time here is limited to a fifteen minute usage, I don't need to go to school... Is not going to school for the most of my life bad? I have a weird feeling in my gut, I feel anxious. Am I wasting my time doing nothing? Am I wasting my life on therapy? I ask myself this everyday. I know I'm quite insane because I almost mauled a doctor. Seems like they say I have a second personality in me, which will disrupt my life. They plan to phase that personality out. Lets just hope they don't phase mine out.
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