Epilogue

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Marie Gabriels

Marie,

It has been almost ten years since I arrived in the hospital. My mother, from what I could tell from her letters to me, became increasingly distraught at my treatment here. I am not sure how much information she got, I have been informed that most letters are read and checked for information - they say to me it is 'for my own good' and 'for the good of my family'. I think that, during her last few years alive, my mother gave up on everything, including any hopes of her only daughter surviving this horrific disease. I knew that she died because one week, she did not send me a letter. I knew what had happened then. My mother never missed a week of letter-writing, she remembered every single time. It was the one thing that kept her going through the dark times. She wouldn't have forgotten. That day, at the time the post usually came through, was the day I realized that I was fully alone in this world. Not even you, my so-called aunt, was a comfort. You parroted those same words to me day after day; I was sure you'd choke on them. Now you have taken everything away from me: my home, family, childhood.... everything is gone now. Susie Ellis is dead and gone now. There is only Susanne, the outcast niece of a hospital official. Susanne, whose mother died grieving for a daughter that she would never be able to see. Susanne, the last part of a once-happy family. I am a broken reminder of a family that has been torn apart by your hospital; I do not even know how my brother is. I will never know his child. I am doomed to die here anyway, why should I even bother to carry on? These will be my last words to anyone - I do not care who reads it. This are my last goodbyes to you, not that you deserve any recognition at all. I hope to rejoin my family, either in the afterlife or wherever I am headed to. I just want you to know that you have ruined me, you have broken all my hopes, and you are no family of mine. The poor people that you have tested on and tortured all to make pointless treatment, you deserve every bit of hate. I hope you get what's coming to you.

Goodbye,

Susanne

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Smile, the worst is yet to come

We'll be lucky if we ever see the sun

Got nowhere to turn, we've got nothing but time

But the future is forever, so smile

- Mikky Ekko

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