It was late at night and I was sitting on my bed with the lights turned off just thinking. I love the room for my own, it gives the peace to get lost in my thoughts. I once had a roomate, he was the dumbest guy I've ever known. I remember one day that he was playing his stupid music out loud and he didn't give a fuck of the many times I told him to turn it off. So I went down to the asylum's kitchen and picked a knife. I went back to my room and slit his throat. It was the best feeling ever, watching his blood run out of his neck as he fell to the floor without making a sound. And the look on his face of fear and sadness, the best feeling ever, I mean it.

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When I woke up next morning. Lucy wasn't in the room. I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a cupcake and went to the garden. There I sat down alone on the grass as always. That was when I overheard two boys talking, they were talking about Lucy. Apparently she cut off some bitch's finger and now she was in the Dark Room, that room was where patients were punished if they do something wrong. I remember the last time I was there, they locked me there and turned on something that sound like a hoot but louder and never stopped playing until 24 hours has passed. I bet Lucy's having now a really "great" time.

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