The Poor Unlucky Girl

Entry (2)

Hey there again, this is going to be the last time I bother to say hi to "you", its pointless, its not like I'm even talking to "you". Well today was okay I guess, not really sure, Mr. Jason bit my arm again, and if it happens again I'll see to him being in a straitjacket! We may be friends, but its no excuse to bite me! I just amuse myself sometimes. Oh! A new client came in today, her name is Wendy, I'm trying to be friendly and introduce her to everyone, but she seems to be avoiding me, and everyone for that matter. Also she hates it when people stare at her! I asked Miss Marie about it and she said she doesn't know what it is! Miss Marie is a nurse for goodness sake! It must be something even out of her profession! 

(Correction: Miss Marie knew what it was, but she didn't think it was any of Elizabeth's business, Wendy has Scoptophobia) 

I guess I can still TRY to be nice to Wendy, even though she's weird about stuff. It's how Miss Marie taught me to be. Empathy? I think the word is... I'm not very good with words, am I? Ah, it can't be helped, can it? Maybe it can, but I'd rather just keep going with it. Too much work! Well look at me now! Ranting! Anyway, I've been taking my medicine for Helens knows why, and they are giving me weird side affects. Miss Jones my other doctor other than Dr. Raymond, who's supposed to be called Dr. Jones, although I like Miss Jones, it seems more feminine, tells me I have been sleep walking! Can you believe it?! SLEEP WALKING! Although I don't know what I could be doing, I sleep in a single cell, the doors are locked, so I guess I might be wandering around the room. Yea, I'm gonna go with that. Although I wonder where all these bruises have been coming from! It's madness I say! 

(Correction: Elizabeth wasn't just wandering around the room, she was also chanting the words "He comes." and would repeatedly slam into walls, making bruises all over her skin. Nothing anyone in my facility has ever seen before.)  

I forgot to say this, the doctors and nurses are going to let me go out of the asylum to see how I react to human interaction. What am I? An experiment? I mean its like they are doing little tests on me daily, with some weird medicine, putting me in strange conditions, seeing how I react to certain things. I get that I'm a little crazy, but there is no need to do that to me, after all that has happened, being here for a long while. The next thing you know they are going to transplant my brain!! I guess its nice to be able to go outside now, into the town, maybe I can go clothes shopping with Miss Marie one day, maybe go and buy this "music" thing the doctors always talk about. Although I'm not sure what it is, maybe I can ask someone around here sometime soon. I needn't worry about it now though, I have no idea how to even use it, if even possible! No one here wants to answer "What is this music thing you speak of, how does it work, how is it made, what does it do, how do you make it do whatever its supposed to do?", its something all the doctors, few adults, and some newcomers are accustomed to,  as I have heard. Well looks like miss Marie is going to take me to this thing called a mall, I'm not really sure what that is but I'm just going to go with it , I needn't worry about that now. maybe that's where they sell all the clothing and that saying that they call music, I wonder what type of music I would be into, or even what clothes I like.... Well I guess we'll find out won't we?

(End of entry 2)