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PostSubject: Forget the horror here.   Sun May 22, 2016 12:09 am



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We're all a little insane, driven from the reality built behind these walls. We're stuck in a closed room solid rock walls, the floor is dirty rubbing against our bare feet. We lose our self when the lights go out, we're stuck in darkness for 12 continuous hours. Insomnia gets us some nights and the sorrowful cries from the other dreadful humans other nights. The sound of bloody nails chip and scratch along the walls, echoing throughout our ears, screams and broken bones being bashed up against the walls. The beds torn and so thin we can feel the spring rub up against our backs. Sitting in the corner of the cold dense room shaking back and forth hoping just a glimpse of reality can be seen. Nothing nothing at all but a empty tunnel with blood along the walls, our wardens they don't care they laugh at us like we're freaks begging to be released to just be laughed at some more.

They don't see us try anymore, because they know God watches them. But for the sake of ourselves God is dead. If he were to be real, we would be out and about with our sorrowful lives. Crying about how lost we were and how we were begging to be free and how we survived. We would be looked at as weak, insane people deserved to be locked up for our ways. We've all been through hell and back, we know what it feels like to be tortured and punished for our ways of seeing reality. Even with a bit of creativity we would get our heads bashed in with a bat, left to twitch and hope we would see the light. We even do something stupid on purpose to kill ourselves, they're stupid enough to not know we all got a plan of escaping. Mine doesn't involve suicide but sure hell it involves Homicide we were all human we all had jobs and families. But one thing in our lives stops us and makes us loose our minds. The guy across from me in his cell, we was in a car accident and saw his love of his life die along with his new born baby girl. He gain Bipolar and Anger issues, Borderline and Schizophrenia. He lost himself faster then anyone else, besides we all lost someone all differently and they don't seem to realize. The more we loose our minds the more we become wise, we will get free.




Kassian Sergei Vasiliev
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Jan, 12 1994
Twenty - One years of age
Seoul, South Korea


Addicted to prescription pills
Condition - Antisocial PD, Schizophrenia, Schizoid PD, Clinical depression, Generalized anxiety disorder.

Personality: Unhinged, Reserved, Restrained, Despondent, Disconsolate, Desolate
Kassian is known for his very odd way of thinking, or in other words his thoughts. He isn't much of a talker but when he does talk, all he spits out is hostile and rude remarks. He is a very unhappy being, always looking as if he hates his life or he had just killed someone (there is no between) oddly Kassian has a soft spot for people such as himself. But not a soft enough spot for letting them in, he will still twirl them on there heels and hold a knife along the knot on their back. As a liar and manipulative male, having a mental illness such as antisocial pd really puts a hold on the trusting situation. Specially on their part, his lying skills are off the railing. He could look you dead in the eye and have no problem and feel no remorse whether he killed your family or burned the city. Kassian is only making himself look like a good guy in a whole place full of the mentally insane.


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PostSubject: Re: Forget the horror here.   Sun May 22, 2016 12:42 am

Juna Willows
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 16, 1995
Born in: Brookhaven, Mississippi.
Condition: Intelligent yet unstable. Bipolar II disorder, chronic depression, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and Dementia.
Addicted to: Cigarettes.
Background: Juna is a smart girl, although she suffers from many disorders she can well distinguish herself among people. Her parents disagreed, placing her in a institute since she was 8 years of age. Once her mom and dad stopped visiting her around the age of 10, she gave up on trying to get better and ignored her surroundings. She talks to herself in her room, her mind seeing people but there is no one there. She feels there is some hope of getting out of this place but time after time her faith is coming to an end.
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PostSubject: Re: Forget the horror here.   Sun May 22, 2016 1:16 am

Kassian Vasiliev



He grew the addiction for prescription pills when he was fifteen years of age when symptoms of paranoia and severe depression appeared. His parent's didn't take him in for treatment until he was mentally ill. Symptoms had gotten worse, they knew their son had been facing extreme paranoia. He couldn't go anywhere without feeling the eyes fall upon him thinking everyone will harm him. Soon he took pills twice a day everyday for several years, he hadn't been put into the asylum until he was eighteen. Only about not even two and a half years, he still can't get use to the silence within the walls. The nights are the worse, he couldn't sleep till this day he still lies wide awake. With horrid hallucinations, nonexistent noises, he can feel himself digging a deeper hole. Some mornings, the nurses are banging on his cell door, dragging him out of his cell themselves. Kassian can grow violent, like his life depended on it. Bipolar mood swings, he often doesn't remember what he does half the time. Now that his mindset was all over the place, they write him down as insane. Not like he didn't see it coming in the first place.

The morning had rose, and today was the day where the twenty year old male got out. His arms tied across his chest to where he couldn't move them. He was against the wall, as the air was thin and it felt like he couldn't breath. Being in a straight jacket made him feel like he was insane, they had been doing tests on him for several days now. Bruises along his body, the bags under his eyes were so dark it made it seem like he hadn't slept in decades. It felt that was as well, the nurse was coming down the hall he could hear the taps of her heels against the concrete flooring. But the wedges of the boots of the male that came along with her, yet the female nurse wasn't a nurse in the first place it was a nun. Who thought he was temporarily possessed. Crazy bitch is the only thing that crossed his mind when he came eye to eye with her. She ordered for them to grab him and untie, they did so and they were rough with Kassian. Grabbing him and throwing him around just to take off the straight jacket he had been wearing for five days as of now. When they took it off his arms had been so weak, when he brought them by his side he was shocked. He was generally freed for this sort of idea, they gripped his arms as he saw her take out of her pocket his prescription medication for his paranoia. She gave him two and he took them down pretty quick, inhaling and exhaling rather quickly.

They forced him to the lounge, he could hear the song from all the way down the hallway. Johnny Cash, classic. What a way to drive people to bashing their heads into the wall he might as well do it himself. They pushed him into the room, as some people were doing weird shit and the others were possibly dancing and playing chess. Standing in a medium sized button up denim shirt and dark blue jeans along with white slip on shoes. His hair was parted messy and flew on each side of his head. His chocolate brown eyes seen people look at him, he glared toward the couches and roamed over. Before sitting down and putting one hand in the other watching in his fingers move. Slowly till the point they begun harder to move, his shoulders hurt his body hurt in general. He had sworn he had been injected with at least 100 needles with 50 different liquids. His whole body was aching for healing, but that song ran through his mind and his eyes begun to hurt glaring into the grey walls. Everything was so empty like his thoughts.

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