1.0

2.5K 92 5
                                    

P.JM

How he hated that door. That terrible door that would always stay closed.

They thought they were helping him? That this madness would help him keep 'it' in control?

He wasn't in control. Not the slightest. He hadn't been since he got here.

But why would he be? His pulse increased every time he opened his eyes. Every time he opened his eyes he would see red and go berserk.

And that stupid door wouldn't budge. Not even the slightest. He thought that at least 'it' would be able to get out. That 'it' would be able to escape.

Maybe he was a monster after all. A freak.


FreaksWhere stories live. Discover now