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"Welcome Home Addison Marie"

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"Welcome Home Addison Marie"

Trigger Warning~ Slight mention of Rape, nothing too extreme. And a gif of a spider.

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March 16th, 2006 Biloxi Mississippi

The stone walls of Old Stones Asylum were cracked and mossy, thick dark green vines climbed the building's exterior and the wooden door was rotted and eaten by termites. The rusted hinges creaked as the double doors opened, cockroaches and other creepy-crawly critters skittered into the comfort of the darkness the moment the light shone in the long hallway making Addison Cullen shiver as goosebumps rose on her arms. The double doors suddenly slammed closed behind her making a scream escape her mouth as she backed into a wall trying to catch her breath "it's just an empty building, nothing can hurt you in here"...

She took a deep breath breathing in the dust and mold before continuing her walk down the dark hallway, she could smell the stench of old bleach mixed with musty air and rotting meat, and she could see the dust particles floating in the air. Her fingertips trailed over the cracks in the stone feeling the negative energy seeping into her body. Snap. Fizzle. Pop. Blurred memories began to clear, she could remember the stained and uncomfortable mattresses, the nightmares that made her toss and turn in that prison cell, and before she knew it, she had found her old room... 

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Her tiny little prison cell with a single lumpy mattress and a tiny barred window, her tiny little prison with cold and rough stone floors stained with vomit and  God knows what else. She wondered if any other patients had been in her room, how many other patients had slept where she slept, cried where she had cried, screamed where she had screamed, how many other patients had been in her shoes right where she lived...How many had gone to sleep and never woke up on the same lumpy mattress where she had dreamed of dying... 

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