Tristan Latino's Page

"Kill...Kill...KILL!!"



"Crush them, burn them, stomp them out"



"Wipe their pathetic existence from this planet"



These ever constant scream of this voices, alienating my thoughts, continues to persist. It has been four long years since my admittance to Desert Banner Hospital, I no longer see people, except through a slot where they send food from the door. I feel like I'm in being held prisoner here, my windows been barred shut, as well as my door.



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The nurse's here have just gotten me a little journal so I can keep up with whats been happening to me over the last few years at the hospital. Yeah I'm the kid who lives in the hospital, litterally, it's like my home away from...well...those bastards who had raised me.



Here's a little background information about me... that I can remember that is...



My name is Tristan M. Latino 18 years-old and I have a rare case of cancer, atleast that's what the doctors have told me.… Continue