February 25, 1841
"You are no longer Elsie Grey," the Doctor told me, "you are now Inmate W16G. Understood?" I was strapped to a wheelchair, staring blankly at the floor. He grabbed my face & lifted it up to his.
"Do...you...understand?" He spoke more slowly, like I was a brain dead child. I stared at him with pure hatred & disgust.
"Yes..." I ripped away from his grip & looked back down at the blood stained floor. He circled me like a hungry vulture, ready to devour his prey.
"From now on, you will answer to Inmate WI6G. You can forget about Elsie Grey because she does not exist. She is nothing more than a figment of your stupid imagination. You can also forget about leaving because you will never leave. No one will come to your rescue because no one loves you. You are a filthy, undesirable little bitch."
"So you're the doctor & I am just a crazy little girl?"
"Nothing more." He replied.
"So you're a doctor & I am just a CRAZY FUCKING BITCH?!' I screeched, trying break from the leather straps holding down my wrists & ankles. It almost worked until the men in white held me down as one of the nurses forced my mouth open & shoved a pill in.
"Don't even think about spitting it out!"
"We know your tricks, we're on to you!"
"WE WILL CHECK UNDERNEATH YOUR TONGUE!"
"We know exactly what you'll do!"
The room started spinning & everything became a blur. But their voices never went away.
"Your accusations are a joke!"
"Your credibility is shot!"
"Just keep your eyes down & your mouth shut! That's the only choice you got!" The voices filled my head & sent chills down my spine. They wouldn't stop, they wouldn't fucking stop! They all ran together like one demonic thing.
"We've filled your prescription; you'll never run out again."
"We've filled your prescription; the drugs are your only friend."
That was repeated several times, followed by: Now take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill, take the pill. I thought it was never going to stop! Eventually, I blacked out. But I could still hear the words:
Take it!
Take it!
Take it!
Take it!
Take it!
Take it!
Take it!
Take it!
Swallow!
Swallow!
Swallow!
Swallow!
Swallow!
Swallow!
Swallow!
SWALLOW!!
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I woke in cell 306...my cell, my home. My head weighed about 100 pounds & my limbs were weak. I rested on my steel spring mattress again,tossing & turning, despite my aching muscles. I unknowingly drifted into a horrific sleep.
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The floorboards creaked uneasily like a nervous wreck beneath my bare feet. The curtains shivered with the cold breeze dancing around me, blowing out my candle. With the orange glow of the moon as my guide, I slowly crept into my Mother's room. She was sleeping peacefully as I stood at her bedside, holding a knife I stole from the kitchen. The task wasn't easy. Our poor maid, Annabell, got in the way. By the time I was done mutilating her body, I was already covered in blood from head to toe. I was so soaked, I even left bloody footprints from the kitchen, all the way to the third floor of our Victorian home. Mother slowly awoke, completely unaware of my presence. I was always a ghost to her, her own flesh n' blood. But now, she took great notice of me.
"Elsie!" She gasped, "you scared me to death!" I smirked in the dark, hiding the blade behind my back.
"Did I? I'm sorry, Mother. It won't happen again." She smiled & embraced me for a hug.
"That's quite alright, Sweetie. I'm just glad you-" She pulled away, fear washed over her delicate face.
"Elsie, you're wet. What is that all over you?"
"Blood." I answered simply, slowly pulling the knife from my back. "It's Annabell's. Poor Dear, she was always kinda...how can I put this? Strange? Not to mention she always spoke horrid things about you behind your back." Mother tried to ripped the knife from my grasp, but I was too fast. The metal sliced through her skin with little effort & dug straight in. There was a sickening sliding sound as it penetrated Mother's chest. As she began to cry out in agony, I stifled her screams with my hand, covering her mouth. Mother quieted quickly. A trickle of blood slid down like a tear from the corner of her mouth. Barely clinging to life, she uttered her last words. "Why Elsie? Why?" she questioned in a soft whisper.I leaned in, my lips barely touching her ear.
"You brought this on yourself, Mother Dear." I whispered, & jerked the knife in a bit further before yanking it out suddenly. Crimson ink poured from her mouth, splattering on my pale face & once white nightgown. Within seconds, her dress was covered in the sweet red ink. Her body grew cold, her eyes no longer that beautiful green. I backed away, allowing her lifeless corpse to slam into the wooden floor. Blood oozed from the wound seeped between the cracks.
"Time for tea!" I sung & made my way to the kitchen, stepping over the bodies of my sisters & father.
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I shot up straight in bed, i was covered in sweat & breathing heavily. I looked all around me, trying to get a sense of where I was. Still in my cell. That was a terrible nightmare. Images flashed through my head all at once. How will I be able to sleep after that? Will I ever be able to sleep?
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Darlington Asylum for Wayward Girls
Teen FictionTake a look inside Elsie Grey's mad life in this chilling story filled with death, twisted treatments, & yes, madness. In these few diary pages, she describes life in Darlington Asylum for Wayward Girls. She was admitted to this hell on Earth for cr...
