Asylum: How to get out.

"Wait a minute" I said, talking to the counselor with concern. "These chairs are the chairs we're settled with!" I pointed my left hand at the chairs and they were like kiddy toy chairs with no comfort.

Stupid chairs. I sat on it and glared up at the television playing a really old movie. It was from the eighties. I couldn't stand watching it because it felt like a rerun. I had my leg laying sideways on a couch to watch television.

Then someone camed into the living room. I noticed because I gave a fuck about anyone entering the room. It was an old lady. She was in her mid thirties. She came in all happy go lucky. She seemed to brag about having a great time and here she was at work happy about it. And you know what? I hated that. So I stood up and swung my fist across her wrinkly face.

"You suck!" I screamed before swinging again. Then everyone tackled me to the ground. My face splat on the dirty floor. Those bitches gave me no strength. I was body cuffed by their hands.

I hated asylums.

The next day, we all had lunch. My sneaky eyes looked in every corner before we entered the kitchen.

Instead of getting my food, I stood up and headed towards the back door. The kitchens ladies actually told me. "Don't escape" I was surprised until my face hits the floor again with a tackle. Bitches.

I hated being tackled.

People joked about it. About escaping. I tried over and over. Even tossed something over the gate and attempting to get it and was tazed to get back in.

I hated their rules of the asylum. Something about getting into level. I didn't follow the level rules because I needed action. Eventhough I got tackled.

I should play football.

"What's it like being in the actual school?" I asked two girls.

"Oh, you don't wanna leave your class" One of them said.

"Why not? I hate it, it's by my bedroom" I said, lying but I needed to investigate if their school was worth it.

These girls told me these facts:

"You can't put your head down to sleep"

"You have to be quiet for five hours"

"It's just really boring there"

I nodded and a few days later I made an escape through the front doors. It happened like this. A family came to visit and guess what? I pretended to be part of it. I walked steadily pass the first doors then began running from the second. Like a boss.

I went to a couple and asked for a ride. They were crack dealers. I was like fuck yes! They had a van and took me in the back where all their weed plants in pots were.

Anywho, I escaped from the asylum like a boss. With little stupid tactics that nobody would try because it's pathetic. I'm a missing person.

The End.

Where the fuck am I?