[ Wp ] Little red riding hood

I wrote this a **LONG** time ago so....I hope it is n't shitty... 
 
 The dusty walls and the gray bricks were horrible. The doctors stuck 
 
 disgusting, dirty, old needles into our arms and legs. They tried to see 
 
 why we were so paranoid or why we had these new scars on our bodies 
 
 every time they checked on us. They tried to cut us open to see what 
 
 would make us tick. They wanted to torture us repeatedly, but the 
 
 master says no, but we do get tortured once in a while. They have us 
 
 each in our own facility or jailhouse, but I get a special place. I guess all 
 
 that famous story telling of me really made them want to treat me 
 
 `` Special.'' And what's my special treatment you ask? It's getting chained 
 
 to a wall by my wrists. I've been stuck here for months, and that 
 
 accident was n't even my fault. It's not my fault that they could n't find 
 
 the body, or that my grandma died, or that they could n't figure out the 
 
 killer. Who knows? No really, tell who killed her! I swear when I found out 
 
 I'll take there throat and rip it out!...............................I'm sorry. I just 
 
 get angry, when I remember that day. The day where I never knew that 
 
 it would happen. The day that the wolf tried to take my grandmother's 
 
 and my life. The day when my whole life went to 
 
 hell........................... So let's go back a bit. To the good old days.
