Hello, my name is Travis. I’ve been charged with Insanity and put into an asylum. This all started when I met my old friend Aaron. But Aaron is dead now, which is at least what I believe. I will tell you what got me here in this asylum.
It was a warm Summer day. The colorful flowers majestically danced in the wind. I felt the cool Summer breeze on my face. It was a happy day, but the only thing missing was... people. I was never really a popular kid, well I wasn’t even average. I was an outcast which had no friends.
I had learned to deal with it, which is what my dad taught me to do, well before his death. My mom is never home because she is always out looking for a job. I stepped off the porch and started to roam through the prairie in our backyard. As I was walking through the tall grass, I heard a yell from the woods. I thought to just ignore it, but a voice in my head tell me to go see what it was. I immediately ran to the entrance of the woods. I looked in the brush but saw nothing. So with my adventurous attitude I walked into the lush forest. As I looked around to see who yelled out, I heard the yell again. The sound came from the other side of the woods, so I ran over to it. I might’ve not been popular, but I was a very good athlete. I was a star on our Track team but people ignored me because I wasn't popular. As I got to the other end of the forest I saw a boy laying on the ground, but when I got to him, he... disappeared. I looked all around to see where he’d gone. I thought this had to be a trick, but a voice in my head told assured me it wasn't. I looked up at the summer sky to notice it was becoming night, but how was that possible? I had left at 3:00. I had no clue how it was already this late but I turned around and ran home. I sprinted through the Prairie to get to my porch. As I walked into my house, I looked at the old cookie clock hanging in the kitchen, it read 7:00. That couldn’t be right I was only gone for what felt like 45 minutes... But once again a voice in the my head told me I was wrong. I started to wonder if the voice was actually my conciseness or something else. But it was very aggressive with its answers, which persuaded me to believe it.
More to come just to get a taste of what I write.
It was a warm Summer day. The colorful flowers majestically danced in the wind. I felt the cool Summer breeze on my face. It was a happy day, but the only thing missing was... people. I was never really a popular kid, well I wasn’t even average. I was an outcast which had no friends.
I had learned to deal with it, which is what my dad taught me to do, well before his death. My mom is never home because she is always out looking for a job. I stepped off the porch and started to roam through the prairie in our backyard. As I was walking through the tall grass, I heard a yell from the woods. I thought to just ignore it, but a voice in my head tell me to go see what it was. I immediately ran to the entrance of the woods. I looked in the brush but saw nothing. So with my adventurous attitude I walked into the lush forest. As I looked around to see who yelled out, I heard the yell again. The sound came from the other side of the woods, so I ran over to it. I might’ve not been popular, but I was a very good athlete. I was a star on our Track team but people ignored me because I wasn't popular. As I got to the other end of the forest I saw a boy laying on the ground, but when I got to him, he... disappeared. I looked all around to see where he’d gone. I thought this had to be a trick, but a voice in my head told assured me it wasn't. I looked up at the summer sky to notice it was becoming night, but how was that possible? I had left at 3:00. I had no clue how it was already this late but I turned around and ran home. I sprinted through the Prairie to get to my porch. As I walked into my house, I looked at the old cookie clock hanging in the kitchen, it read 7:00. That couldn’t be right I was only gone for what felt like 45 minutes... But once again a voice in the my head told me I was wrong. I started to wonder if the voice was actually my conciseness or something else. But it was very aggressive with its answers, which persuaded me to believe it.
More to come just to get a taste of what I write.