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Greystone Mental Hospital
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
862
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited
chapter 4
July 2, 1987
We get to go outside today, but they made us wear tracking bracelets. Ruby was at breakfast today, but she avoided making eye contact with me. I don’t think I could handle having another person reject me. I will try to talk to her once we go outside.
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Later that afternoon
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I did get to talk to Ruby. She seemed upset when I asked where she had disappeared to. She said that she hadn't disappeared, that she had been there the whole time. She even had the nerve to ask me why I had not talked to her. I knew she had not been there; I had looked everywhere for her. I guess for now I will just have to let it go. I'm really starting to think she might be crazy.
July 3, 1987
I was sleeping when I heard a scratching at my door. I thought I was just hearing things, but then someone started whispering my name. I bolted up in bed and tried to block out the sound by covering my head with the pillow; it didn't work. The voice kept repeating over and over "don't trust them; they will kill you like they killed me." whoever it was repeating that sentence for half an hour before it screamed,” BEWARE!". I heard nothing else from the voice but I didn't go back to bed last night.
I am losing my mind in this place, if I was not crazy before I will be by the time I get out.
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Noon
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I had yet another meeting with the doctor today. I didn't want to bring up the voice with him. It would be just another reason to think I’m crazy.
They put me on more meds, though. The doctor said they should make me sleep better but I wasn't having problems sleeping until last night. They also put me on another pill. They said it would make me more alert during the day. I think these people are the ones that need to be on meds. But I won't fight them about it. I don't want to go back in the box.
I can't stop thinking about what the voice was saying. Are these doctors really trying to kill me, and if they are, why?
We get to go outside today, but they made us wear tracking bracelets. Ruby was at breakfast today, but she avoided making eye contact with me. I don’t think I could handle having another person reject me. I will try to talk to her once we go outside.
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Later that afternoon
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I did get to talk to Ruby. She seemed upset when I asked where she had disappeared to. She said that she hadn't disappeared, that she had been there the whole time. She even had the nerve to ask me why I had not talked to her. I knew she had not been there; I had looked everywhere for her. I guess for now I will just have to let it go. I'm really starting to think she might be crazy.
July 3, 1987
I was sleeping when I heard a scratching at my door. I thought I was just hearing things, but then someone started whispering my name. I bolted up in bed and tried to block out the sound by covering my head with the pillow; it didn't work. The voice kept repeating over and over "don't trust them; they will kill you like they killed me." whoever it was repeating that sentence for half an hour before it screamed,” BEWARE!". I heard nothing else from the voice but I didn't go back to bed last night.
I am losing my mind in this place, if I was not crazy before I will be by the time I get out.
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Noon
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I had yet another meeting with the doctor today. I didn't want to bring up the voice with him. It would be just another reason to think I’m crazy.
They put me on more meds, though. The doctor said they should make me sleep better but I wasn't having problems sleeping until last night. They also put me on another pill. They said it would make me more alert during the day. I think these people are the ones that need to be on meds. But I won't fight them about it. I don't want to go back in the box.
I can't stop thinking about what the voice was saying. Are these doctors really trying to kill me, and if they are, why?