From the journal of Patient Sixteen written under the initials of JNN, CTL, H, LN, and CL dated in 21 and 22 Feb 2001; voice recorded by Dr. Quirrero
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❝What is this? A suicide for love?❞
[Manic laugh followed by a soft giggle] ❝It's too early to say that, investigatore. Just... continue listening. [Whispers] Don'tforget to pay attention to every detail, and always keep your sanity intact with you.❞
[Shuffled noise and murmurs] [Soft laugh coming from a woman] [Beeps of the recording in the background]
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"I'M GOOD. I haven't been feeling-"
Call the police. Absal is in danger. She saved us.
Juliet stops from talking, her lips quiver as the smile on her face slowly falter. Memories from a week ago furiously flashed in her mind. She silently gasps, her vision starts to blur as she starts having a panic attack. Her eyes almost rolled back to her her head as she dissociate. She blink rapidly. The voice of the woman in her late fifties is soft as a cotton and at the same time firm like a crystal clear glass, yet, the fragments of every word sound far away and dreamlike, as if she was at the opposite end of a long tunnel.
"S-Sorry, w-wait" she stammered, her voice is shaky and barely audible.
The woman immediately answered back, but Juliet could not get a grasp of every word that was uttered. She held her forehead, pinning both of her temples hard. Her hand slowly slid down to her face, her other hand covers the other half. She close her eyes and she immediately feel the nauseous feeling as if she is rotating, spinning around in circles.
Juliet shoved her face on her palm roughly. She lost her awareness, and even her senses around herself and her surroundings. Her eyelids flutter reluctantly. Her eyes look drowsy and sleepy, before forcing them to open all the way, and for a moment, she saw nothing but all blurry.
She blink her eyes rapidly, trying to adjust her vision. She lick her lips, as her vision starts to recognize the woman's face right in front of her. Her look passed behind her. The window-level pastel orange colored curtains with scattered small sunflowers print on it right behind the woman swayed lightly from the lack of blow by the wind. The bright rays from the sun is caressing the right side of her cheek and her neck. Her piercing chocolate brown eyes melt into a lighter one as the sunlight dances on her pupil.
"Do you still feel dissociated, Julianna? How are you feeling?" Their doctor asks, her voice is careful.
Juliet softly shakes her head, pinning several strands of her hair in the back of her left ear. "I just remembered something, dok," she answers, forcing her voice into a cheerful one, offering a gummy smile to persuade.
