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Personal Narrative: The Bella Vista Mental Hospital

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I am surrounded by darkness, confined in a paltry room its contents limited to a bed with a thin mattress and pillow. The air is dense and smells of blood. The brown walls smothered in writing reek of mulch. The only way to get in or out is through a small metal door that is locked from the outside. I feel like a caged animal, my every move being watched. I curl up in a ball on the floor, panic, worry, and uneasily drift in and out of sleep. From what I can tell I am in a mental hospital. The Bella Vista mental asylum, the place where nothing good ever happens. I tremble uncontrollably and hear queer voices in my head. Did you hear that? No what? Those sounds, Hailey screaming, to maybe it's someone scraping on the door. You should go open
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