Its dark, and damp, and freezing. and i have no idea where the hell i am.
its a tuesday ... i think. because when i went to sleep last, it was a monday... but when i went to sleep last, i was also sound asleep in my own bed, now, i, obviously, am not. The ground is cold. and i shiver as i try to move across it. i am moving towards the only source of light in the room... a crack under what seems to be a door. a door, which i am praying, leads to my escape...
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My name is Sophia. And I swear I'm not crazy. They keep telling me I am, and all of the hospital records say "mental breakdown" or something of the like. But I'm not crazy. I'm different. Before my mother died i was "normal" but she warned me on her death bed that things were about to change.
its a tuesday ... i think. because when i went to sleep last, it was a monday... but when i went to sleep last, i was also sound asleep in my own bed, now, i, obviously, am not. The ground is cold. and i shiver as i try to move across it. i am moving towards the only source of light in the room... a crack under what seems to be a door. a door, which i am praying, leads to my escape...
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My name is Sophia. And I swear I'm not crazy. They keep telling me I am, and all of the hospital records say "mental breakdown" or something of the like. But I'm not crazy. I'm different. Before my mother died i was "normal" but she warned me on her death bed that things were about to change.
