The Walls Have Eyes (Fake)
I see them... I see the faces on the smooth white paint on the walls. They look into my eyes. The Doctors tell me I'm sick. But no no, I'M not sick... They're sick. Those Sickos told me that “You’re sick Mr Willams, take your meds.” They want to control me like the goverment. The mentally ill person continues to rant to himself in the pitch black. He seems to get angrier over time. He gets out of his bed and walks to his closet. He opens the closet door to find his 12 gauge shotgun, slug rounds and a hand gun. He equips the weapons and goes to the door of the next apartment. He breaks it down to see a mom and his small baby girl. He’s blinded by rage and he shoots. Someone calls the cops on and the insane male flees and doesn’t get caught… Or does he?
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