Dear Thomas,
I'm sorry, but I am not sure I can go on. We have been walking for days, my feet are blistered. My legs hurt. My eyes are burnt, and dry. My stomach pains and groans crippling me sometimes. Maybe, just maybe if you were dead it would be easier - I could be with you easier. I could die with you and we could be together on the other side. There has to be a better way than this, the pain, the seering agony is killing me. I cannot go on. I will not. It is too painful!
Maybe I should rest for a few days. I will not go on any more. I am sorry. I cannot do it. Why should I? You left me! You let her take you! You should have fought harder, Thomas. You know that. You could have stayed with me, and I wouldnt have ended up in that place. You let her take you. I can't do this. They keep trying to pump me full of medications and drips. I won't let them. I want to leave.
I can not do this anymore.
Hayley Storm-Field
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Bleuler Institution
Mystery / ThrillerSet in the early 1900's Claudia and Hayley, schizophrenia sufferers, escape a ghastly institution and embark on a journey they could not have anticpated.
