• Prologue

    Seeing the shattered remains of my former cell, I can't help but still be amazed that I was able to escape this.....place, this prison. How could they call this prison a place to heal the mind? How could anyone retain what little sanity they had in a place where they torture, starve, and work you to death. Everyday was a fight for survival, and your sanity. I still can't believe I'm still sane and breathing , but I guess escaping was the final step to my freedom. Not just freedom from this physical pen, but the prison of my mind. Freedom in the most genuine and purest of sense. My name is Micheal Ivan Crowe (Everyone calls me "Mouse" though), this is my story, this is how I escaped the shattered remains of my former 'psychciatric hospitol' and gained not just my freedom, but the ability to do what is right.