Dedicated to Kira; A girl with a twisted mind 🙂
All was silent deep in the forest. Crystal clear water babbled in the fresh Brooke; a light breeze gently tickled and caressed leaves dipped in shades of green held high by thick gnarled branches; birds chirped good morning to one another; a soft brown faun takes a big gulp of fresh air; a single ray of light beams down on this gentle silence ; a soft thump of footsteps in the distance.
A cry, quick over here. The thumping gets louder and closer. The violent rustle of leaves ripped from their branches, the light pounding of each thumps hit the ground in unison and three figures burst through the bubble, shattering the silence like a broken mirror, its fragments still scattered on the forest floor. Baggy pants and a long shapeless shirt both once a pristine white but now ripped and smeared grey draped gently around their bodies. Danvers Sanatorium for The Mentally Unstable; Ward F  threaded neatly with thin black thread, in and out and in and out.