The security guard shouted when I was finishing packing up my things in the silent room. I stared at him deathly, wanting to have a knife in my hand, so I could shut him up because he wouldn't leave me alone.
I shook my head trying to dispel those thoughts, but the idea of being able to see blood on my hands seemed to be the best option to calm myself down. This need increased in intensity. When checking everything possible, the guard looked at my backpack seeing that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he let me pass along with the two other security guards who were holding me by the arm. They are imbeciles if they think I'm going to do something...here.
When I managed to get rid of them, I took a deep breath watching people look at me strangely outside the asylum. Yes, I had just left. I'm a little tired, but the desire to see blood still plagued me. In order not to mess up and go back to that place, I had to take a deep breath and seriously think about what I would do. That was how I remembered that I should stop by my parents' house. I sighed, confirming that I still had a knife in my hand and that I could use it, not with them, but if there was a need. I left the street and headed for my old home. I have to get along with both of them as soon as I enter that place.
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