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Monster - My Story in the AsylumAfter the gloved men had locked me in with the three unknown yet very good looking young men, I had been contemplating ways to get both them and myself out of this room. The only question is: How the hell am I going to do that? It had been three hours since the outburst and the room was quiet except for the irritating beeping of the machines. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of the three steel tables that were neatly organized in front of me. The soft breathing of the men were somewhat calming and I wanted nothing more than to rip off the gauze that covered their faces and get a nice good look at them. That was when it hit me, it was like the breath had been knocked clean out of me! I couldn't help the low growl that erupted from my lips, I was no longer in control of my own body. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up the sleeping figures in front of me.
The human in me fought to keep the growling to a low and quiet minimum. I could feel my eyes turn into minuscule slits
Monster - My Story in the AsylumI awoke, hours after the injection of the tranquilizers, and found myself still strapped to the chair that I was in previously. I inhaled through my nose and breathed a sigh of relief that the old leather straps were gone. But the best thing, was that the gauze that had once covered my face were gone. I could see, hear and breathe again! The glare of the bright lights in the room burned my eyes and I had to squint. After a couple of minutes I could fully open my eyes and I instantly gazed about the dingy looking room, hearing many beeping machines all around me.
After I inspected the room, I inspected my arms and legs, noting the many dark, blotchy blood stains that ran along the gauze. There must've been something sharp around me when I had the struggle with the gloved hands. I mean honestly, what else could have caused that much blood? That's besides the point though. I needed to find a way out of this chair without unleashing the beast inside. I was brainstorming ideas when I heard
Monster - My Story in the AsylumIt was cold and dark; the only light that my tiny eyes could make out was the outlines of all the blurry shapes that stood right in front of me. I cautiously raised my arms up and recoiled as I felt ice cold metal touch my skin. I didn't know where the hell I was and yet I was not afraid. It felt like I knew the place that I was being kept in and my jumbled thoughts could not organize into one single coherent thought! It was frustrating! I did know one thing though and that was this: I was laying down on my back and I was all wrapped up in gauze! My mouth, eyes, nose, hands and feet, everything!
I could barely move an inch because I was wrapped up so tightly! Suddenly I heard rustling right outside where I was being kept. I heard the creaking of an old door and I was jolted forward suddenly. I felt gloved hands slide underneath my arms and lifted me up and off whatever it was that I was laying on. I wasn't scared but I was enraged! The monster inside me was screaming and growling, dyin
His VoiceI sit outside and listen to the wind blow. I swear I heard your voice an I haven't heard it in forever. I heard you call out my name. I look around and know I am not alone in spirit.
"Listen my little one," I hear you call to me.
"I am the voice of your history dont be afraid just follow me answer when I call you an I'll set you free."
In the distance I hear thunder and the wind picks up with a cold chill blowing. I start to talk to you. "Where ...?"
"Listen to me ..." You say "I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain ..." I stand in the middle of the clearing as the wind rages and the rain pours down hard.
"... I am the voice of your hunger and pain. I am the voice that always is calling you ..."
I hear you call to me as my pain that is dormant throbs only a little bit.
"... I am the voice and I will remain." I nod and whisper "You will remain."
"I am the voice in the fields when the summers gone, the dance of the leaves when the autumns wind blow ne'er do i slee
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