Escape From Hell Asylum

You cannot bear the darkness so you take out your pocket knife and slit your jugular vein with one swift cut. Blood starts spurting out, dribbling down your neck and shirt. Your girlfriend had given you this shirt just yesterday and your thinking how pissed she would be. But what the hell! Anyway your gonna be dead in while! The train of thoughts is broken when u realise a sharp pain in your chest- hear t attack, due to air embolism. You squeeze into fetal position, balled up into a claustrophobic death position as you take your last breath which echoes softly into the corners of this godforsaken building..