Bride To Be

Dreadful

𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡 2𝑛𝑑, 2013

𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ. 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑝𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝐼 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝐸𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑒'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒...𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟.

"This project isn't going well for the female patients. One has already died." A doctor said as he walked down the hallway with Jeremy. "I think it's best if we relocate them so we won't lose anymore." Jeremy stopped walking and turned his head towards the doctor, getting an idea. "If the females can't succeed in this project then we can...Remove their ovaries so none of the female variants won't be at risk of any side effects such as the phantom pregnancy."

"You want us to perform a oophorectomy on all of them?" The doctor asked. Jeremy nodded. "We've never tried it so what could go wrong besides that they won't be able to have children." Jeremy chuckled.

"So when shall we perform the surgery?"

"Today or as soon as possible. It doesn't matter. I want these women to succeed."

A couple of hours passed and as Deborah laid on her bed she heard a knock on her door. "Come in." She lifted her body up and watched as a doctor came in. "Ms. Jackson, since the results of this project isn't going well for the female variants and one has already failed the project, you have been scheduled tomorrow afternoon to get a procedure done." Deborah's eyes widened. "What do you mean? What am I getting done?"

"Tomorrow we will preform a oophorectomy on you which means both of your ovaries will be removed. I'm sorry." The doctor sounded sympathetic.

"W-What?" Tears began to fill her eyes. "But it's my fucking body! I wanted to have children. But no you want to just keep taking everything away from me!" Her tears spilled out of her eyes and for once she didn't hold back her words. "Fuck you! Fuck this facility! Fuck this project! I'm fucking done with EVERYTHING!" She screamed out the last word and covered her face. The doctor stood there watching her crying, didn't flinch when she yelled at him. "I'm very sorry, Ms. Jackson. I wish I could do something about it, but I don't have any control." He took a step towards her. "Please make sure not to eat anything for the rest of the day including tomorrow morning."

"Get out." She said keeping her face still covered. The doctor turned around and walked towards the door, opening it and glanced at her before leaving. Deborah lifted her head up, grabbing her journal and throwing it at the door screaming. She laid her body back onto the bed, laying on her side, and continuously crying.

Hours passed and Deborah remained laying in her bed. She glanced at the clock on the wall reading "7:34" it was finally the evening. She slowly got up, legs hanging off of the bed, and glanced over at the door where she threw her journal. She stood up and walked over to pick up her journal, holding it to her chest. To her the journal was the only way she could remember who she was. It was the only thing that kept her sane and happy in the asylum.