Dear diary 12th April 2067
I visited the doctors again, hoping they'd found out what's wrong with me. They haven't. These stupid check ups are pointless, they're not getting me anywhere.
I was asked if I'd want treatment for some kind of dementia, I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I'd cut myself or been hit by a car.
Some doctors even said they think I just have bad somnambulism, I'm pretty sure Olivia would know if I was slumping around during the night whacking into everything around me, probably breaking everything in our room to make bruises this purple.
It just doesn't make sense.
August drops the diary to her side, staring up at the ceiling from her bed, trying to get herself at ease. A tingling sensation erupts from the palm of her hand causing her to sigh in exhaustion. An agonising yelp escapes from her lips as the skin on her palm begins to rip open. Causing a scarlet flood to flow out.
Before she allows it to spill onto the sheets, she jumps up onto her feet, making sure to keep her hand facing upwards. Preventing the liquid from dripping down her sleeve while waddling over to the bathroom.
She Stares at her depressed facial expression in mirror. Pushing a strand of her dark, wavey, brown hair behind her ear, allowing her tan skin to come into view, she begins to bawl. The tap in her mind turns on, washing her face with salty tears.
A mixture of crimson and clear merge into one in the bowl of the sink.
"August! I'm back!" Olivia yells from the front door, slamming it shut after her. August attempts to wipe the tears away from her face with her free hand, not wanting Olivia to see her in this state.
The thudding of her feet became louder as she climbed up the stairs into August's room.
She walks around the corner, coming into view from the bathroom. "Another cut? Are you okay?" She rushes over to August's side, slithering an arm around her shoulders.
"I'm fine. Can you just get the bandages from my drawer, please?" She manages to muster through the pain of all the cuts coming to life.
Not a second passed and Olivia's by her side again with bandages.
After staying calm through the cleansing and torture from the new gash. August lays back down in her bed. "The doctors still don't know what's wrong?" Olivia questions sympathetically, kneeling down to her face, August only shakes her head in response.
"I'm going to get ready for bed, it's late." She mutters, leaving August with the darkness of the room.
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Dear diary 14th April
2067
I've had four more injuries since my last entry, one on my leg, two on my arms and one on my cheek not to deep. I'm miserable. My life is an endless repeat of me cleaning up worthless wounds and being in pain, then probably going to Uni once in a while.
My life's been depressing ever since mum and dad died last year from suicide. They called me the 'Devil Child' and that God was punishing them for their wrongs through their only child. They weren't very religious if they decided to kill themselves.
I've had to live with this for 5 years now and I've asked every doctor I can find to stop it. My life is torture.
It's time I dig a little deeper.
August bounces up from her laying position. Grabbing everything she needs altogether and packing them into her denim back pack: bandages, plasters, things to clean her cuts, clothes, money and her diary.
"Olivia?" She calls out, looking for a response. She must have gone out. She's always out, never having any time for August.
I'm going to finally get some answers, I've taken my car and I'm going to go wherever is needed, call me if you want more details xox
August x
She places the note on Olivia's bed and snatches her car keys from her own bedside table. Striding outside with pride. Her mind full of wonder and mystery of what's causing her pain, what's made her lose everything, what's preventing her from living her life.
She enters her Mini Cooper and drives off. St. Markindales hospital, they're known for having patients with weird and wonderful diseases. They always have an answer, they'd have to know why. It's a 6 hour drive out of town so she was planning to take a few leg stretches here and there.
She didn't know what danger she was running into. She let her desperation get the best of her.
Enough is enough.
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Broken Minds
Mystery / Thriller"Let's end your suffering." • • • 19 year old August Flores was left on her own when her parents decided to commit suicide over her. She would only ever talk to her roommate Olivia and her diary. Cuts and bruises occasionally appeared on her body, l...
