The True Mind of Patient 1045
Gannon Swain
Yuūki Asuna
Patient 1045. Height 6’3”, weight 103, race Caucasian, sex male, age 26. He is diagnosed with schizophrenia and paranoia. He always rambles to himself saying he is the hero and he need to save, them. No one knows who them is, only him. We suspect that he lives in a world inside his mind. Sometimes his voice gets tense. He gets louder, shakier, scarier. When this does happen, his eyes turn black, and his iris turns red with lines of red leading to it. That’s when we take out of observation and send him to rest.
Sometimes it doesn’t help. He gets, violent. He doesn’t like to be touched, and he doesn’t like other people. He is a very, lonely, person. Sometimes we give him toys and games to see how he reacts. We gave him a Walkman. He examined it for a while, trying to figure out what it does, we presume. After a while he opened it, grabbed the tape cover part, and the body, and tore it in half.
“That was mine…” I said quietly to the others. Why did I worry? With the $40,000 I make. But still it angered me a bit.
“It’s okay Asuna,” said Dr. Dreamweaver. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
“T…Thanks”
Sepheroth
Pain, sadness, misery, ecstasy, greed, anger. It’s all here. Every emotion you can think of. This world, destroyed. The towns, destroid. The cities, destroyed. The farms, destroid. The villages, destroid. The government, destroid. Communications, destroid. Society, destroid. The world has been destroid. It’s all been swept out by an apocalypse. Aliens. Klectons, to be more specific. Anything not human, you cannot trust. I always avoid them. You can’t trust a word they say. They always turn on you. In fact, I don’t even trust other humans. Sometimes the end up trusting one of them and getting turned in by the Klectonion rulers.
I only have one friend here. Kirito, an inside man and the man who sells me my gear to rid the world of anything Klecton. He’s always been there for me even before the war. The Klectons invaded in 1969, I was 12. We met at school when we were 10, the only one who cared if I was lonely or not.
“So why are you always alone?” he asked me
I looked over at him, “how much?”
how much money did psych ward doctors make in 1983 “How much are you being paid to talk to me?”
“No money, just felt like you needed a friend.”
And that’s how we became friends.
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The True Mind of Patient 1045
Science FictionPatient 1045. Height, 6'3". Weight 103. Race, Caucasian. Sex, Male. He is diagnosed with Schizophrenia and paranoia. He has sudden ramblings of him being a hero and he needs to save, them. No one knows who thoug. Only he knows.
