Post by Flora Selene on Aug 18, 2012 23:49:15 GMT
Dear Secret Journal,
I am pleased to call you mine. I'm keeping you hidden amongst the filth here, and I do apologize for it. Unfortunately, it is not my doing, and I cannot change that... no matter how much I wish I could.
I've been here for a while now, long enough to know what a bloody hell-hole it is. Why the orphanage would send me to this god-forsaken place is beyond me. I'm not crazy, nor are the rest of the girls here (from what I've seen at least). I've only have a few brief encounters with the "doctor." I'm ever so thankful that I'm not one he comes to "see." There's a nurse here. Miss. Lightwood. Her and I have had a few moments of feuding. She is not afraid of me. Of all people she should be afraid of.
Wait. That just makes me sound crazy... like I should be here.
The thing is, I shouldn't be.
Miss. Lightwood is not the nicest of people. I swear, if she tries to attack me, I will fight back twice as strong. I'm not going to let any hag harm me. I think she's a witch, but that's just my opinion. Her voice is of the type I reckon would belong to one. I wonder how her mood will be when she comes for rounds again. Maybe she was just having a bad day. Or maybe everyday is a hell for her.
I miss the times when I was young. Oh, the wonderful things I'd do with my parents. I loved our Sunday walks through the village. Oh journal, I feel like crying again. I miss my parents too much. They would have never let this happen to me. I hope the ones that murdered them will die and burn. I'm not Christian, but I hope they burn in their new life. They ruined the lives of those I loved the most.
Rest in Peace: Jane and Andrew Selene... you are forever in my heart. One day, I will see you again.
Adding to the topic of death, I hear girls screaming every day and night. I don't dare yell at the "doctors" or anyone of the "medical" community while being here. It could be me next. The girls in this asylum are braver than any I have ever known. Everyday is a day of torture. The entire building smells of death. I silently cry at night for the girl's who have died. No one should have to live this life.
I will try to escape one day. I don't know how far I'll get, but I'll try. I will have to plan this. I can't leave my fellow girls alone, it's too horrid to even imagine them left behind.
I think I hear someone coming down the hall! I will write more later!
Lots of Love,
Flora
I am pleased to call you mine. I'm keeping you hidden amongst the filth here, and I do apologize for it. Unfortunately, it is not my doing, and I cannot change that... no matter how much I wish I could.
I've been here for a while now, long enough to know what a bloody hell-hole it is. Why the orphanage would send me to this god-forsaken place is beyond me. I'm not crazy, nor are the rest of the girls here (from what I've seen at least). I've only have a few brief encounters with the "doctor." I'm ever so thankful that I'm not one he comes to "see." There's a nurse here. Miss. Lightwood. Her and I have had a few moments of feuding. She is not afraid of me. Of all people she should be afraid of.
Wait. That just makes me sound crazy... like I should be here.
The thing is, I shouldn't be.
Miss. Lightwood is not the nicest of people. I swear, if she tries to attack me, I will fight back twice as strong. I'm not going to let any hag harm me. I think she's a witch, but that's just my opinion. Her voice is of the type I reckon would belong to one. I wonder how her mood will be when she comes for rounds again. Maybe she was just having a bad day. Or maybe everyday is a hell for her.
I miss the times when I was young. Oh, the wonderful things I'd do with my parents. I loved our Sunday walks through the village. Oh journal, I feel like crying again. I miss my parents too much. They would have never let this happen to me. I hope the ones that murdered them will die and burn. I'm not Christian, but I hope they burn in their new life. They ruined the lives of those I loved the most.
Rest in Peace: Jane and Andrew Selene... you are forever in my heart. One day, I will see you again.
Adding to the topic of death, I hear girls screaming every day and night. I don't dare yell at the "doctors" or anyone of the "medical" community while being here. It could be me next. The girls in this asylum are braver than any I have ever known. Everyday is a day of torture. The entire building smells of death. I silently cry at night for the girl's who have died. No one should have to live this life.
I will try to escape one day. I don't know how far I'll get, but I'll try. I will have to plan this. I can't leave my fellow girls alone, it's too horrid to even imagine them left behind.
I think I hear someone coming down the hall! I will write more later!
Lots of Love,
Flora
