Diary Entry #3:

Those monsters...

They put a child in front of me and they..killed it.

They killed it with no sympathy whatsoever. And the child looked to be around only three or four years old.

Then they showed me a news program telling me about the missing child. The child had a big family and they all looked so worried..and sad.

My heart sunk. The way the brutally murdered that four year old child. They didn't make it a fast and painless death with the thought of it being a child who is scared for her life.

They cut the childs skin off..they cut off her nose..it even got to the point where they decided to saw through her forehead and cut through her brain.

It was terrifying. I couldn't shut my eyes do to the fact that they held them open with some kind of machine.

I can't even blink without seeing it in my mind. It's a terrible memory..it's something I'll always forget.

I just wish the best for his family..

They say this is only an experiment.

No. This isn't an experiment. These are sociopathic monsters.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm getting off of these pills. they drug me and sometimes I don't even know what happens while I'm blacked out or sleeping from them.

There's no stopping me now. I already flushed them all down the toilet. Plus they trust me to take them myself.

I was supposed to take them at this time.

"Did you take your pills?" One of the caretakers ask me.

"Yeah..." I said. Lying.

"Okay." she said. she looked at me, smiled, and walked away.

"Little bitch." I mumbled as I sat in a chair.

One of the guys from the insane asylum came up. He was slashing people with a single razor. I don't know why but I wasn't really phased by it. To be honest, I kind of wished the caretakers didn't hold him back so that he would come snd slit my throat.

It's my time for pain. Again.

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*whip*

I don't feel pain.

*whip*

I don't cry.

*whip*

I feel nothing. I don't know why..It's weird.

Ah. I get it. The pills. They're not there to stop what's really supposed to happen, from happening.

I smiled a dark, twisted grin.

The doctors start whispering to each other.

I look down. My hair covering my face.

I start clawing my nails at the air.

The doctors look at my in confusion.

I grow my nails out, so that they're longer.

Some of the nurses gasp.

The sanity that tells me not to try this...not to do this.

It's not there. And I'm not letting it come back. No second thoughts. No hesitation. It's time for me to have some fun.