Hey this is my first story on here so have a bit mercy on me (or don't whichever )Enjoy!!!:D
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Dried tears crack my face as I begin to remember all that I have forgotten. All these years in my cell ignoring the fact that I lived ever outside how many horrible things have i done and hadn't a single shred of remorse as reply, am I a monster ?Why still, after the nightmares and the flashbacks, do i not
have regret for all the thing that i have said and done .And what of the victims they deserve their justice no matter the agony I may have to suffer ,yes it sound a bit self loathing I know but I don't care .It is because i am a monster,(i always have been) as my mother used to say .Somehow though I still feel as if I owe the world something that I cannot give them inside the confines of this sanatorium .I do not
know but as i sit in my dirty little cell inside this suffocating sanatorium . . .I wonder. . .is it a nice day outside ,they haven't let me out in a while ,hmm I think I should be leaving soon for my psychiatrist's weekly interrogation. I have nothing against the good doctor it's just she's not a good doctor. Much to introverted to survive in public and quite naïve if you ask me ,but that could end up being useful to me.