kalopsia | l.h

1 • Settled Down

|September 13, 1963|

Case: 6306746

Patient: Stephanie Hazel Peters.

DOB & Current Age: October 6, 1947; 15 years of age.

Mental illness: Unknown; Doctors convince Rare Young Dangerous Alzheimer.

Crime: Murdered five family members but stated that the patient doesn't recall anything. Patient was found unconscious, beside body parts which belonged to the family members. Neighbors called in the police, stating that there was high class screaming from next door. 9:33 PM on October 31, 1962, was the exact time and date of the crime, investigators reported. November 1, 1962 to August 29, 1963, about one year of trials in court, where Stephanie Peters were sent to different categories of prisons, hospitals, etc. None helped cure nor treated Stephanie Peters. Nurses stated the patient had different mood or they call it, Phases. When the final court trial ended, Judge Evans decided that Stephanie Peters will be sent to a Asylum, which was far off the coast of Sydney, Australia, Emmérongstun Institution.

"Holy shit Lucas, you got yourself a feisty one."

I scoffed in disbelief, flipping through the pages of the file.

"I don't care, Kit. You have to keep the cells secure, especially when this kind of patient is joining this place, and I have to make sure that all patients are getting cured." I heard Kit huff out in annoyance as he heard this once too many.

"All you have to do is take shitty notes and give all these retards pills. Then look at me, I'm demanded to keep an eye on them so they can't escape. Plus, I wouldn't give two fucks if they escaped. I'll bet you a stack of gold they wouldn't be able to survive out there for a whole 24 hours." He kept ranting on as we walked down the cold, dark hallways of the cells.

Checking off the patients whose at least alive and doing well. I notice that most of them were hidden away, under there beds.

"Well do you want Sister Jude to violate you like she does to the sinners?" I review through the last of the papers before I exit out to my office. "Anyways, it's past midnight and we get some rest before one of the guards catches us out this late, but I call the window bed."

Groans come from Kit's half closed mouth, "Alright, just because you gave me lunch this afternoon." He surrendered by lifting his hands up.

I had a door in my office, which led to the bedroom Kit and I share since Sister Jude insisted us to share a room.

Sliding out of the lab coat onto the coat hanger that was on the edge of the bed. Everyday was like on repeat.

Wake up.

Check up.

Eat up.

Check up.

Eat up.

Lock up.

Sleep.

Repeat.

Nothing new was here. Just once in a while there will be some little crimes happening in the cells but nothing more.

Dressing down into tight boxers, unfolding the sheets and slipping into the bed. The cold sensation of the freshly white sheets gave me shivers down my spine.

But all I can remember was when the drowsiness took over my body and mind.

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"Sister Jude, when is the new patient coming in?" The both of us walked down the pathway in the back of the building. She had her hands folded behind her back as I was holding the files from last night.