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The Death Of The Insane Asylum

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My name is Desilla Bloodee. I am 23 years old. Some say I am a very mysterious woman. I have been described as brave, daring, free, unpredictable, bold, crazy, and many others that probably should not be said right this minute. They say I am not scared of anything. Some people aren 't. Now they will be for the rest of their lives. Not only this generation, but all generations after that.
It was a gloomy afternoon in Athens, Ohio. It was just raining, and the roads were still shimmering with the cold heavy rain drops. I was walking home from the grocery store. I always have to pass the Insane Asylum. Not only the people who are kept there are Insane, but the people who work there are too. As I was walking I met one of my coworkers.
We got into a deep conversation. We talked about his sister who works in the Insane Asylum. He said that when she went to serve her patient some food, the patient bit her. As she was walking to the first aid room with some assistance, she went limp, and fell into a coma. He also said that she had been saying strange things in her sleep such as, “There going to break out soon, be ready.” As we were talking I didn’t even notice the red Jeep racing towards us like a pack of kids running for ice cream.
Quickly I pushed my co-worker out of the way and ran as fast as I could away from the speeding car. I knew I was hit when I felt the piercing pain in my left foot. “Great, just wonderful.” I thought. On my twentieth birthday I jumped off a cliff to go

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