SiggyStuff

They're yelling out from in their rooms, some with crazy gibberish talk, others in agony. I walk the halls, medication long since worn off, the sounds pierce my ears. Such a headache. Why am I off my meds? The nausea sets in as I find a corner to slump in and I clutch my aching head. The voices scream at me describing such horrid scenes of macabre mayhem. I beg God to make the pain stop. I tried to come here for help, I tried to find my own kind. I realize now you're like everyone else, just like all the other evil little things, those selfish little bastard children who think the world owes them something because of some little tribulation,