Dealing With Heretics

By the time you read this, I will either be dead, or have finally escaped this hellhole. Peace and silence are foreign concepts. I can no longer take the beatings, the torture, or the incessant screaming and howling of my fellow "crazies". I have seen hell here, and I wish not to see it anymore. I will escape this place...or die trying. (Inspired by the song "Asylum" by Disturbed)