My parents, they thought of me as batshit crazy. And my therapist? Well, she had the same common thoughts as my parents did. I don't blame em' for sending me away to this place. I mean, I tried to kill my father. I was tired of the way he hurt my mother. The way he hurt me. It was something that was festering in my mind. Like an infected womb needing to be drained. Now that I'm here, the feeling is probably mutual. And no sooner as I felt something bad was to happen in less than a couple hours, it did. Struggling to find the 2nd floor fire escape and get the fuck out, I begin to hear a sweet tender voice. And desperate I was to find who it belonged to. ~~WARNING!: FURTHER CHAPTERS MAY OR MAY NOT CONTAIN EXPLICIT CONTENT~~
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