"Peter, come down please!" My mom yelled from the stairs. "Want to come with me?" I asked Iz. She smiled and nodded. We both raced down stairs and into the kitchen. "Tie!" Iz shouted. "Okay fine" I said laughing. "Peter come sit with me" My mom said still crying and wiping her nose with tissue. It was something wrong, I can tell. "Ummm Iz, go watch tv. I'll join you in a minute" I told her. "Come on" Janice gestured. They went and sat on the couch and I pulled out the kitchen chair. My mom sat across the table from me. She took my hand and looked at me. "Peter, do you remember what happened that night?" At first I was confused but I know what she's talking about. The night I was in the police car. "I...don't remember much" I told her. "Just blood all over me and I was in the cop car." I explained. She didn't say anything. "Mom. What happened?" I asked desperately. No one in the asylum told me the truth, all they did was shove pills down my throat. They told me that I was there to get better but it was a living nightmare. The only thing good that came out of it was Deandra.
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Damaged
Mystery / ThrillerStuck in a insane asylum, Peter becomes even more deranged than he already is. He doesn't even know why he's there besides the fact that he hears voices in his head. To him that's not a problem, they aren't evil voices, so he says. All he wants to d...
