Rehab |A Chris brown story|

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Chris
There I sat. In this dark room, one window, with bars so I won't jump out, although I don't know how I could if a nurse is always watching me, dim light
Covered most of the room, a bed and a chair was also in here, A bathroom with a shower was in here too. There I sat... In a chair shirtless looking at the floor. I didn't ask to be put in this position. It just happened out of no where. My life was going by perfectly...well mostly. Now I'm trapped in between these four walls. The colors aren't even interesting. Atleast let me paint them. But no.. I have to be "punished" for "my wrong doings" although I still believe I did nothing wrong. I'm perfectly normal. Ain't nothin wrong. "Crazy" that's what they call me. I laugh at the thought. Little do they know once I get out of this place Ima come back and beat every single one of them to a pulp and make them suffer as I have been. I laughed some more.

Nurse: "hey! What are you laughing about over there!"

Me: *looks up in flesh red eyes.. Laughed some more*

Nurse: "out of everyone they assigned me to babysit this psycho" *mumbles*

I pretended not to hear. Although I didn't even care anymore. I'm used to this. It's all just a joke now. They are a joke. This is a joke. My life is a joke. Hell, I'm a joke....

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Ok y'all. This is my new story. Sorry if it sucks in the beginning I'm still thinking of what to write. So it's going to be short and boring in the beginning. But do tell me if y'all hate or like it. S/o to whoever is reading this that also read my other story that I just finished called "the concert" ❤️ love y'all