I've lost track of the days, the months, hell, even the years. My name was Mabel? Margery? Marcy? Something like that. I was thrown into this hellhole that I now call home. God only knows how long ago, while my sanity slowly wastes away, bit by bit. While they all sit and mock me with their murky crimson lights and their stainless white lab coats. There is a bright side though: the man in white. He gives me my gas and tablets. It suppresses the demons and makes me forget that I'm rotting from the inside out. Degrading...
by Brandon David Wilkinson (14)
Braeview Academy, Dundee
Competition - Spine-Chillers
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