June holiday 4

I crept close to the wall, not wanting to make the slightest sound. All i wanted now was to get out of this place alive. My legs were sore from running and my hands were bleeding profusely from climbing the sharp-edged fence. I pant as i dropped onto the floor, confident that they will never find me here. I wheezed hard as my sickness grew stronger. I got infected by a deadly disease called, "Bio-thermometical heart syndrome". I was locked up into a cell because they were afraid that i would go mad and kill people again. The truth was it was not me that killed the people. It was something else. Something inside me...I could feel my heartbeat getting faster. It's happening again. "Time to kill" and it grinned.