Im going to write a book based on my childhood fantasies in solitary confinement
The children took over the facility, locking the staff members inside of the white rooms. Shrieks and screams could be heard down the hall, as the children smiled. "Sounds familiar" said lucy "yes" said hamilton "but this time it's them screaming, and not us."
There was blood splattered down the hallway, on the walls, on the floor, everywhere. "Soon we will escape and begin our own country, and the staff will serve as our slaves and pets."
The staff member was tied to the chair, coughing up blood
"Tell us where our documents about us are!" Susan demanded
The staff member did not know who she was more afraid of, the children, or the government. Surely if she didn't release the information now, she would get a handsome sum of money, and evade penalty from the law. She would be promoted. And there was no way children would actually harm her into death.
"I-" gasped the staff member "I cannot give you that information"
White hot pain flashed through her body as she began to be electrocuted, her muscles spasming and twitching beyond her control, as she slowly lost her sanity to the torment.
Susan leaned in, putting her face right up to the staff member's
"Tell us" susan insisted
The staff member began to babble incoherently
Susan laughed
Not good enough, susan replied, cranking up the jolts one last time.
A deathly inhuman shriek emitter from the staff member, now she was completely insane and her "words" were illegible, and she was taken away to be placed in a solitary confinement cell.
"Give her drugs to shut her up" chuckled susan. Susan turned around with a gleam in her eye.
"Oh well," she said, "looks like we need another staff member for questioning! It's ok, we have thousands of backups.
A loud thud could be heard down the hallway, like a heavy brick hitting pavement. And then the yells. Loud and menacing...demented...retarded. The new nurse's eyes nervously darted to the senior nurse he was shadowing.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, voice trembling.
"I'm afraid it's autism—a terminal case." said the senior in a matter-of-fact tone. "He runs full-force into the walls for about five minutes, as if mesmerized by the sensation of his skull being pummeled. When he comes to his senses he will calm down, and we'll let him use the computer so he can print out a stack of Wikipedia pages on the Thundercats characters."
As the two men walked down the corridor, some commotion through a doorway to the right caught the rookie's attention. He stopped to observe an open room with a young teen girl crying on the floor, huddled up in a ball with her head buried in her crossed arms. Towering over her was an RA laughing maniacally, as he ashed a cigarette onto the girl's hair and blew smoke into her face.
The newbie felt an uncontrollable indignation well up within him until he finally burst, "DO THEY JUST ABUSE KIDS IN HERE?" came out in a raging shout. "No..." the senior began, measuring his words, "nothing is quite as it seems here. You see...the girl is histrionic...she's gaslit that poor fellow into thinking he's an abuser, thereby creating a near endless pool of attention to draw from, from both him and others who don't know any better. The more cigarettes he puts out on her, the more powerful she becomes. Here, take this thorazine and jab him with it. If he's left alone in there too long, he'll go out to the street and reach for a cop's gun."
I thought you were gonna kill yourself. What about that post you made 2 days ago?
She said it was that or Shrooms and she picked Shrooming.
I thought you were gonna kill yourself. What about that post you made 2 days ago?
She said it was that or Shrooms and she picked Shrooming.
But she didnt get anything good out of the shrooms either so I will assume shes attention whoring
She got an epiphany out of it, technically, I'm just not so sure either if it was a good sounding one.
A loud thud could be heard down the hallway, like a heavy brick hitting pavement. And then the yells. Loud and menacing...demented...retarded. The new nurse's eyes nervously darted to the senior nurse he was shadowing.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, voice trembling.
"I'm afraid it's autism—a terminal case." said the senior in a matter-of-fact tone. "He runs full-force into the walls for about five minutes, as if mesmerized by the sensation of his skull being pummeled. When he comes to his senses he will calm down, and we'll let him use the computer so he can print out a stack of Wikipedia pages on the Thundercats characters."
As the two men walked down the corridor, some commotion through a doorway to the right caught the rookie's attention. He stopped to observe an open room with a young teen girl crying on the floor, huddled up in a ball with her head buried in her crossed arms. Towering over her was an RA laughing maniacally, as he ashed a cigarette onto the girl's hair and blew smoke into her face.
The newbie felt an uncontrollable indignation well up within him until he finally burst, "DO THEY JUST ABUSE KIDS IN HERE?" came out in a raging shout. "No..." the senior began, measuring his words, "nothing is quite as it seems here. You see...the girl is histrionic...she's gaslit that poor fellow into thinking he's an abuser, thereby creating a near endless pool of attention to draw from, from both him and others who don't know any better. The more cigarettes he puts out on her, the more powerful she becomes. Here, take this thorazine and jab him with it. If he's left alone in there too long, he'll go out to the street and reach for a cop's gun."
I have autism and also autism isn't exactly like that
Also they were abusive there
Also no one was putting any cigarettes in anyone's hair