The Poor Unlucky Girl

Entry (1)

Well hello, this is my diary I guess. Dr.Raymond said it would be best if I wrote my feelings down somewhere, it was also for the sake of trying to help me with my therapy. I'm sure you have no idea what I am even talking about, so let me tell you about myself and my current state of being. 

I am Elizabeth, Elizabeth Macintosh. I've been in the asylum for ten years now, and I feel I have many friends here, there is Emily the girl who killed her parents, and Mr. Jason, he was a cannibal, and.. and Client 509. The doctors and nurses here won't tell me his name, nor have I seen him before, but you can always hear his mad murmurs. Sometimes it's like they are in my head, the others hear him too. Every time I bring up that I can hear him, they give me a tranquilizer, maybe they hope I won't remember, or I will think it was just a dream. Although I'm not entirely positive of its gender. Well I should probably tell you why I am in here, I got put in here for (most likely some thought created this skip) Well I don't even remember, its been so long, and none of the doctors will tell me, they say it was for the absolute best. I don't remember who my parents were, I came in when I was very young, I was only five years old. I'm not sure what I could have done at that age to get me in here. (Sudden change in subject) I guess its nice here, I'm positive the nurses and doctors here favor me more than the others. Or maybe my condition is just getting better? I can't be sure, saying I have no idea what my condition is anyway. Sometimes I wish I could leave here, to experience the wold on my own, its seems like a nice place, its seems kind. Miss Marie, my nurse who has helped me since I first came here, and who is almost like a sister to me, tells me all about the world outside, how cruel it is, and how lucky I am to be isolated here, hidden from the sin of the world. What is this word she speaks of? I've never heard that word before.. Maybe I'll ask Dr. Raymond that someday. Sometimes I think about sneaking away from here, but this place is almost like my home. Sometimes I almost go, but then i think about everyone I would miss, and I back away. Well I guess I need to go now, Emily wants to play with me in the courtyard. I might not write later on today. 

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