The vampires are hungry. The only place to get the blood they drink is at mental hospitals. It's juicy. The twisted thoughts make the blood taste sweeter. The routine blood draws allow for insders to collect extra viles of blood for drinking pleasurs which is then sold to the highest bidder in group meetings.
I could never forget. I was in there when my blood was the source; It was in high demand. I'm no longer strapped to a gurney or let loose in a hospital gown to roam the halls of crazy mental hospitals looking for an escape. I'm a caregiver. I'm on the perfect ride. I was dead inside, but now my eyes are open. The world is ours.
Me and the kids do math. What does your life add up to?
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