Thump. It had never stopped beating -it had only gotten louder and louder. No matter where I went, it always followed me. It echoed through the panels, beat through the walls, hid under the floor. It never stopped. It drowned out my thoughts. The only way to drown It out was by yelling. My throat had gone hoarse from all of It. But people refused to acknowledge It. They called me crazy and a lunatic, but I knew -? Ha they were the ones who were mad not II I knew that It was real. I will have you know I wont give up something I have listened to. I heard his beating heart.
Those villains cannot understand the cruelty I have gone through. For 10 years they have doubted me. They beat me, called me names and threatened to strangle me if I didn’t stop shouting. This is some sick ploy – I am not mad. But today Is the day I unleash my master plan – and get away from that beating heart. And through my clever plan show the entire world the real me –a sane man not a mad man. I had all I needed my plan was set. You see what they call a disease I call a gift. It gave me balloons of the future. These balloons told me everything, how to go through with my plan, who will be where and doing what.
But enough of the future now it is time to go through with my plan. As it approached the middle of the night I ever so carefully I moved my pick. Inch by inch eventually I unlocked my manacles -l didn’t drop them no they would be useful later. They thought I was crazy ha I was ten steps ahead of them. I crawled to the door left open -as usual why bother locking a lunatic’s door. The door creaked open flooding the room with light. No one was insight -now I had to wait patiently for one of those monsters to come. One of them came eventually – with each step the eating grew more and more intense.
No this was no time for distraction I had to concentrate. But It grew louder and louder I can’t think. I let out a primal yell so loud I thought the beating had stopped -but It hadn’t. By the time I had regained my composure the guard was on me. My natural instincts took over and before long I had the guard all strapped up. The beating had returned – it seemed almost twice as loud as before. But I knew appearance was everything in my plan. So calmly I walked out of my cell into the corridor. I bumped into another guard we made small talk until I excused yeses unable to stand still in this vile place anymore.
Whooper’s uniform I did steal did seem to have an interesting life which he would never return too. I walked around aimlessly for what seemed like hours – the beating getting ever more vicious. Eventually I found what I was looking for–the entrance was In sight. But the beating had turned Into almost a monstrous roar. I can’t think, I fall over frozen. I can’t even move my eyes they are locked on the entrance to this mad house. I can barely hear the guards shouting names over the beating of the heart.