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A Blood Stained Straight Jacket

Novel By: Jane Tehan
Erotica


Dianne isnt crazy.. At least thats what she thinks. But i bet the people she murdered wouldnt think so. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 5, 2012    Reads: 90    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I sat there, in the corner of the room, my eyes to the floor and my hands in my messy hair. Their bodies lay on the floor in front of me; all bloody and broken. My mother's chest was cut open and I could see her insides. My father however was less gruesome; His neck was sliced open. But I had to kill my parents, they were demons. Their heads turned around like in the exorcist and there was blood dripping from their mouths. I suddenly heard a knock at the door and immediately got up and started walking down the hallway. I opened the door and there stood Mr and Mrs Benson from across the road; they looked shocked. I looked down at my clothes; they were covered in blood. I looked back up at them. "Dianne… We heard screaming is… Is everything ok?" asked Mrs Benson nervously. I looked at them both then muttered "I had to you see, they were going to eat me. Cut me open and feed on my insides". Mr Benson pushed his way past me and I fell to my knees; I stared at the mat in front of my house. "Welcome All" it said. I heard Mr Benson yell to his wife who was standing in front of me. "Call the police Kath! Call the police!!" She rushed toward her house and before I knew it the police were there. "Ms Stone, what happened here?" he asked as he sat down next to me. "I had to kill them you see; they were going to eat me. Cut me open and feed on my insides." I looked up at the officer's face; it was horrible. Its long, sharp teeth were covered in blood; its eyes were glowing red and wide open. I screamed; I got up and ran towards my room as quick as I could. I could hear their footsteps behind me but I gave it all I had; I locked the door behind me and sat in the corner of my room. "Ms Stone! Ms Stone! Let us in we won't hurt you! We just want to help!" "NO! You're going to fuck me! You're going to fuck me and eat me! Just like my parents! They were going to eat me!" I yelled. They rammed the door over and over again, they were going to come into my room and slice me open, I knew that for a fact. I heard a lock crack then the door flew open; three police men rushed in and grabbed me; I screamed and screamed as they forced me out of the house and toward their large, dark blue van. I saw the faces off the neighbours as they carried me into the van; shock and sadness. I started to cry as I struggled in their arms; "Please help! Help they're going to rape me! Help please!" I cried out to the large crowd surrounding the house but no one came.

They shoved me into the back of the van and I sat down on the hard, metal floor. I was so scared; I knew they were going to touch me. I knew that they were going to eat me, chop me up and eat me for dinner. The van started to move and they drove for about fifteen minutes then it stopped. My heart was beating fast as the doors opened slowly; a man's body slowly made its way in front of the door. "Now Dianne, can you please come with us?" he asked calmly. "Where are you going to take me?" I asked. "We're going to somewhere safe and comfortable". It was a terrible line but he sounded like he was telling the truth. I stepped out of the van and I cloth grasped my face; it smelt funny and I started to feel dizzy. My eyes felt heavy and I started to sway then I felt nothing.

I woke up in a dark room; I still felt dizzy and my eyes took longer to adjust than I thought. There was a window in the left corner of the room; it was small and had cobwebs on it. It looked dark outside but the window was so dirty I could hardly tell. I tried to move but my hands were tied behind me somehow. I tried again and I heard jingling; handcuffs I thought. I saw a small bench so I got up and slowly but surely walked my way over to the bench. The room was clean but the bench was hard and uncomfortable. The door had a small glass window; it was covered by a bit of blue plastic. My clothes were dirty but nothing was ripped as far as I could tell. I sat there for what seemed like an hour or so then the door opened. He was tall and had glasses, he was wearing dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt. "Hey, are you Dianne?" he asked. I nodded; "I'm Kallan and I was hoping that I could ask you a couple of questions?" I said ok nervously. "Did you kill your parents?" he said calmly. I nodded again then I said "I had to". "And why's that?" "Because… They were going to eat me. They were demons and they were going to eat me". He looked sideways at someone I couldn't see and nodded; "Who's there?" I said standing up. "It's ok Dianne, it's just a police officer" he said trying to calm me. "Don't let them near me! They want to rape me! Then they want to eat me! They're demons! Demons!" I backed myself into the wall. "Dianne, no one wants to hurt you. And if you come with me I promise; no one will" he said walking toward me. He held out his hand and I slowly reached out and grabbed it. He seemed like someone I could trust; I walked through the door but I kept my eyes down, away from the officers. They could grab me at any moment so I huddled myself into Kallan's chest. We walked down a long hallway; passing many closed doors. At the end of the hallway was a white door but when he opened it all hell broke loose.

The flashes were so bright and all I could hear was yelling, a large crowd of paparazzi had surrounded the building where I was being held. I tried not to look up at them but the things they were yelling made me want to run. "Why did you kill your parents?!" "Where are you going now?!" "Are you part of a cult trying to make a statement?!" Kallan opened a door of a car and closed it shut behind me; he then quickly jumped in beside me and said "Are you ok Dianne?" he asked. "Where… Where are we going?" I asked right back. A man suddenly hopped into the driver's seat of the car and started driving away from the large crowd. "Dianne, we're going to a hospital. It's a special hospital where people like you go to try and get better. You're sick Dianne, very sick…" he said. "I'm not sick… I went to the doctors last week and I was fine." I said trying to convince him. "You never went to the doctors Dianne; you hadn't left your room in three weeks". "No! I went to the doctors then I went and visited Laura, I watched a movie with her and her brother Tom!" I said. What was he talking about? I remember watching a movie with them; it was too cold for a swim in the pool so we watched 'Pirates of The Caribbean'. "No, I'm afraid you didn't" he said grabbing a briefcase from under his seat. I watched him open it and grab out several pieces of paper; "Dianne, how old are you?" he asked suddenly. "I'm… I'm sixteen, why?" "When is your birthday?" "Seventh of June, why?" I asked again. "Do you have any nicknames that you are known by?" "No! Why the fuck are you asking me these question?!" I screamed. "We need to know these things for where you're going Dianne; everything is going to be fine". He was so calm; I could hardy process how calm he was. They knew I was with him; they were coming for him. To cut him open and feed on his insides. I heard a tap on the window, I looked toward the front of the car and saw a man in a grey uniform standing next to the car. The driver wound down the window and the man asked "Is that Ms Stone?" "Yes" he replied quietly. I looked out the front window and saw a large set of gates; 'St. Joseph's Hospital for the Mentally Unstable'. "Is… is this the place where I'm staying?" The car started to drive forward again; I saw a large white building with great white doors. "Yes Dianne, don't worry its perfectly safe". "But it's a loony bin" I said quietly. He looked away then a thought suddenly popped into my head 'They think I'm crazy!' The door suddenly flew open and arms grabbed me. I screamed and struggled as hard as I could. "Now Ms Stone, calm down! We don't want to have to give you a needle!" said a man's voice. I struggled and struggled as hard as I could, I'm pretty sure I got one of them in the face. I felt a sharp pain in the side of my neck, it made me feel funny; almost happy and tired, really tired. The last thing I remember my body started to go limp and hearing someone say "Room 447".





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