Earth illegal mental asylum:

it did not happen in a daring escape attempt nor was I Murdered by one of the guards who constantly tormented me I simply passed away in my sleep at the ripe old age of 85.

Back track 78 years:

"mother why aren't you moving mother why aren't you moving father get up it's time to play." I asked mother and mother were lying on the ground in this red substance called blood Id learned about it in school but they seemed to be lying when they taught me that we had it inside are bodies only as the room was covered in it. I sat down and waited. Maybe there were just tired they had just gotten home.

after waiting awhile I went to bed it seemed like I wasn't getting dinner tonight maybe I had done something wrong again.

I woke to the blinding rays of the sun I found mother and father still lying down in the kitchen. I decided to make breakfast for my self perhaps they would be happy if I did so after all they always said they didn't want me. Apparently though kids couldn't live alone till they were all grown up. Maybe this would make grow up faster after all my parents always did it. 

Breakfest was good but it seems my parents still aren't moving yet. I turn them over so there facing the window; maybe the sun would wake them up.

10 days later:

Im hungry there's no more food in the house I walk back into the kitchen. I've come to terms with the fact that my parents are dead it became quite obvious after the flys started showing up on the fifth day and they weren't yelling at me. I pintched myself to cry so that I could act like other boys and girls just like my parents told me to. I've also started to use my parents computer as the boredom and the threat of broken fingers I was pretty sure couldn't be done from beyond the grave. From this I've learned that my parents were in fact mean and bad parents. Apparently parents were supposed to look after there kids rather than forcing them to beg on the streets and burning ones kid is considered assault rather than a good punishment.

I tried to dig graves for my parents but the floor was to hard and I was to weak from lack of food I didn't know what to do until a genius thought came to mind why not bary them in flesh rath than in stone I had read online that some people spread there parents ashes over a feels so that They could be one with nature. But only 3 hours after I had begun an annoying banging could be heard at the front door while someone screamed "open up" I walked up to it and opened it and next thing I knew I tasted tarmac and was being pulled to a police car.

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10 years later:

damn these needles why can't they just leave me alone.

click 

great looks like it's time to return to my cell. Damn this prison 10 years here and The only thing I knew about what had happened in the outside world was what kind of curses people used when I kneed them in the groin now I don't even know that as the guards started where armour over they genitalia. But tomorrow would be different I had finally figured out how to escape. This is not to say I hadn't made attempts before but in all previous I only made it a few dozen meters at most before being promptly recaptured and thrown on to a disection table and shown what each organ in my body did in order to keep me alive. The doctor who performed the vivisection would actually be the most informative person among my captors as he would constantly rant about my genetics and animals and even cheMisery honestly if it weren't for the fact that the bits I understood made sense I would have thought him mad. This time I would count on him though for my plan.

that morning I woke up and when the guard that brought me breakfast walked up to the bars and removed his black tinted visor to deliver his daily insults I throuw my tooth brush that I had sharpened into a crude spike at his eye. It hit dead center and the other guards rushed over opened the cell and through me against the back wall they patted me down for any other sharp objects and brought me to the doctor they promptly strapped me down and then left from what I had gathered from there first and last guarding of the doctor none of them had the stomach for what came next. Trufully they were not needed as under any normal circumstances I would not have been able to escape strapped down as I was but They had become sloppy over the years as I always ended up having only one makeshift weapon after my first attempt so when I spat out my small switch blade which I had stolen through pure luck years ago into my right hand while the doctors back was turned and proceeded to slowly cut my bonds as the doctor ranted about the bone structure of snakes and how he was a complete unrivaled genius. Just around the time when he had brought out his standerd chemicals none of which were pain killers as always I struck I brought out my knife and held against his throat making it bleed slitly adrenaline was pumping through my veins as I began to think about th out side world and leaving this hell hole I shook my head and focused on speaking with my raspy throat as these people believed in giving me what I needed to survive and nothing else. 

"Let me out and this dagger won't find a new home in the doctors neck"

silence greeted that threat 

" hurray up or he d..."

darkness.I do not know what knocked me out that day but I never again left that room as they decided that moving me was not worth the effort any more.

I awoke to tubes being jabbed into my mouth, veins and a few unspeakable areas. these tubes as I would later learn gave me food water air and disposed of my waste.

I spent the next 68 years until eventually the doctors decided that keeping me alive was not worth the expenses and they disconnected me from the machines that kept me alive. And as the blackness took me I took my first and last breath in 68 years. A breath that signified my freedom in death.