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Hehe. He looked around the room... White, white, white. Tile. Paint. Metal. Bed. Cotton. Pillow. Sheets. SHEETS. Sheets. To be strangled. Hehe. Metal barred windows, white bars, dirty glass. Door, white, locked. Little corner with dirty toilet, covered by low – white - wall and a cloth door, beige.

Bell rings. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Ring. Dinner soon. The sheets, he grabbed them. Stretch them, move them, make them like a rope. Hehe. Doorknob clicks. Door creaks open, white door, metal doorknob, little metal window up top.

He grinned. So wide, that grin, with the teeth and the wrinkles and everything. The person, white clothes, female, ugly face – the voice in the back of his head whispered, asylum worker – brought in the tray. Mysterious meat, vegetables, mush. Metal tray, painted white. Person – his mind repeats, asylum worker, more loudly this time – enters room, puts tray on metal, white painted table.

He brings the cloth – the sheets – the rope, the rope hehe from where it was hidden – behind his back, it was. He still grins, all teeth and wrinkles and crazy. Crazy. He's insane. The person – the asylum worker, she turns, and she sees. He's crazy. So crazy. He walks forward. The asylum worker, correction, mental ward worker, she walks back. She yells, he strangles. STRANGLES. Escape. Escape soon, and strangles. The person, the asylum worker, mental ward worker, she's dead. Dead. He giggles, and runs.

Down the halls, he runs. Past chipping white paint and white tile and white doors and barred windows, metal bars, and he runs and runs and runs. His escape soon. More workers. Oops, he stepped on their faces. Their faces. No, no, he knocks them over first. He knocked them over, then he stepped on their faces. Oops.

But they all can't stop him now. No no no no no. The doors are already open, a new crazy being let in. Hehe. Not him. He's escaping. Escape. Out the door, the metal ugly white cream scream chipped painted door. He's giddy, he's out gone, fuck. The flash lights cars, with the black and the white and the paint and the metal and glass – the back of his mind, it once again whispers, police cars. They're here, with the flashy lights so red and blue.

People, in blue and black and stupid hats, out of the cars they come. They yell, they yell. He thinks they might've said to stop, or maybe they said that they like to wear pretty skirts. He's not sure, but he thinks if the man who yelled said the latter, it would be odd, so he thinks they might have said the first. But he's not sure, so he runs. He runs, runs fast and fast and goes. There's a boom, and one of the people, the policemen, they policemen, they pull on their metal things and out comes a BOOM and then a metal thing hits. Hit him it doesn't, but it almost does, so he runs. Faster, faster.

PAIN.

OW it hits him and PAIN PAIN PAIN his foot OW PAIN STOP NO NONONONONO. Stop, stop, he wants it to. STOP. PAIN. Red, from his foot, where the metal hit. RED. PAIN. The policemen, they grin, THEY GRINNED AT HIM, and he's screaming, “SAAAUP” and he's dragged. DRAGGED. PAIN. Back. Back, back into that place. Mental ward. White. White white white and metal and pain.

They called it asylum, a word like safe haven. Like love, and joy, relief, fun. It's white. WHITE. Plain. Cream. Metal. He screams.

HELL. HELL, his mind screams, and no one can hear him.

Description
Hehe. He looked around the room... White, white, white. Tile. Paint. Metal. Bed. Cotton. Pillow. Sheets. SHEETS. Sheets. To be strangled. Hehe. Metal barred windows, white bars, dirty glass. Door, white, locked. Little corner with dirty toilet, covered by low – white - wall and a cloth door, beige.

Bell rings. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Baang. Ring. Dinner soon. The sheets, he grabbed them. Stretch them, move them, make them like a rope. Hehe. Doorknob clicks. Door creaks open, white door, metal doorknob, little metal window up top.

He grinned. So wide, that grin, with the teeth and the wrinkles and everything. The person, white clothes, female, ugly face – the voice in the back of his head whispered, asylum worker – brought in the tray. Mysterious meat, vegetables, mush. Metal tray, painted white. Person – his mind repeats, asylum worker, more loudly this time – enters room, puts tray on metal, white painted table.

He brings the cloth – the sheets – the rope, the rope hehe from where it was hidden – behind his back, it was. He still grins, all teeth and wrinkles and crazy. Crazy. He's insane. The person – the asylum worker, she turns, and she sees. He's crazy. So crazy. He walks forward. The asylum worker, correction, mental ward worker, she walks back. She yells, he strangles. STRANGLES. Escape. Escape soon, and strangles. The person, the asylum worker, mental ward worker, she's dead. Dead. He giggles, and runs.

Down the halls, he runs. Past chipping white paint and white tile and white doors and barred windows, metal bars, and he runs and runs and runs. His escape soon. More workers. Oops, he stepped on their faces. Their faces. No, no, he knocks them over first. He knocked them over, then he stepped on their faces. Oops.

But they all can't stop him now. No no no no no. The doors are already open, a new crazy being let in. Hehe. Not him. He's escaping. Escape. Out the door, the metal ugly white cream scream chipped painted door. He's giddy, he's out gone, fuck. The flash lights cars, with the black and the white and the paint and the metal and glass – the back of his mind, it once again whispers, police cars. They're here, with the flashy lights so red and blue.

People, in blue and black and stupid hats, out of the cars they come. They yell, they yell. He thinks they might've said to stop, or maybe they said that they like to wear pretty skirts. He's not sure, but he thinks if the man who yelled said the latter, it would be odd, so he thinks they might have said the first. But he's not sure, so he runs. He runs, runs fast and fast and goes. There's a boom, and one of the people, the policemen, they policemen, they pull on their metal things and out comes a BOOM and then a metal thing hits. Hit him it doesn't, but it almost does, so he runs. Faster, faster.

PAIN.

OW it hits him and PAIN PAIN PAIN his foot OW PAIN STOP NO NONONONONO. Stop, stop, he wants it to. STOP. PAIN. Red, from his foot, where the metal hit. RED. PAIN. The policemen, they grin, THEY GRINNED AT HIM, and he's screaming, “SAAAUP” and he's dragged. DRAGGED. PAIN. Back. Back, back into that place. Mental ward. White. White white white and metal and pain.

They called it asylum, a word like safe haven. Like love, and joy, relief, fun. It's white. WHITE. Plain. Cream. Metal. He screams.

HELL. HELL, his mind screams, and no one can hear him.