You should be a comedian...The asylum was painfully silent that afternoon. Justin somehow found comfort in the other patients screaming and wailing that theyre not insane, and that the doctors just didnt understand. He leaned back causing the comfy chair to recline.Damn, I could use a cigarette
Justin said under his breath.If you plea insanity you wont spend a life in prison, and get sent to the chair. He recited what his lawyer told him.What you ceased to mention was the fact that Im spending a life in an asylum, which is almost worse than getting sentenced to death. He said and made a grab for a grasshopper, but it quickly leapt out of reach before his fingertips even grazed its wings.Justin, honey, your sister is here to visit. One of the ebony skinned nurses warned him, and he heard the repetitive clicking of his twin sisters two-inch-too-high-heels on the stone path.His sister was a tall, frighteningly thin woman. She w
Angsty Daddy-Issues.Justin's eyes twinkled with the pure lust of slaughtering-hour.His father and him never truly got along. After all, you kill a boy's mother in front of him and the child is bound to have some angsty daddy-issues."So, what brings you back to my humble abode`, father?" Justin asked with a grimace on his face, and his nostrils flaring immensely."Please, just let me go! I will never return again!" The man pleaded, his brow drenched in the stench of regret."Oh, I know you won't." Justin roared back, and his mouth twisted and contorted into a perverse smile."Please, son! I beg of you!""You flatter me..." Justin gripped the axe in his fingers so tight it was quite possible his hateful sweat would bond his flesh and the iron together."But, please..." Justin began, and approached the broken soul of a father."Save your breath, you'll be needing it."