It was a great day, one of the best she had in a long time. Maybe they were all getting better? The bed she slept in wasn?t hers, so it was hard to fall into that deep REM sleep, the kind where the body rested and healed. This sleep was in between REM and fully being awake.
At first she felt like she was floating as things started coming into focus. It felt like she was hovering behind someone or reading over their shoulder. The words were blurry at first, but coming to focus she started to read:
BLACKCHAPEL ASYLUM
Annick Van Gelder
Nurse and Assistant to Dr. Louis
July 15th, 1886
The patient is locked away in a lone cell away from the others in block H. A tall lad barely out of his teens the same age as my oldest son. A skinny, slip of a thing he is with the most haunted eyes I have ever seen in one person. I must remind myself that this is no boy but a monster. He has ripped the arm off of one of the guards and cut the throat of a nurse.
He's a wild animal that needs to be put down. Dr. Louis assures me that the beast's presence here is beneficial to us. I am to check in on the beast. Take notes of his actions and what he is doing. He says nothing to me but on occasion he paces in his cell. His steps fluid and soft like the beast he holds beneath his skin. He makes no attempt at conversation. The last time I heard him attempt conversation was when he taunted Dr. Lewis. Making cheap childish jibes at the man. That was not what bothered me. What bothered me was a simple threat, or was it a warning?
When I get out of here. I am going to rip every one of your limbs from your body. I will burn this place to the ground and you will all die screaming.
He taunted in a very thick Scottish brogue. It wasn't so much his words but how he said this. How he looked me in the eye and made his claim. It was if he had made that statement directly for me. After being tranquilized and injected with a serum that will make him more...docile, I was sent to inspect his progress. It is a punishment, I gather. A punishment for letting several of his best guards get injured. Two were killed. Here I stand with the devil in the cell and I continue to write. His monstrous gaze never leav-ing me.
I can hear him singing now.
"On a fine spring evening,
As I lay dreaming,
And the lag was weeping,
For his gal, Sal.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal."
The boy had awoken in the cold corner of his isolation cell. I could see his pale blue-green eyes looked to the wall to which was a hopeless scribbling of
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I couldn't watch him scribbling anymore. I had to walk away, but he kept singing.
And the wind was sighing,
As the day was dying,
And the lag still lay crying in his prison cell.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.
At first she felt like she was floating as things started coming into focus. It felt like she was hovering behind someone or reading over their shoulder. The words were blurry at first, but coming to focus she started to read:
BLACKCHAPEL ASYLUM
Annick Van Gelder
Nurse and Assistant to Dr. Louis
July 15th, 1886
The patient is locked away in a lone cell away from the others in block H. A tall lad barely out of his teens the same age as my oldest son. A skinny, slip of a thing he is with the most haunted eyes I have ever seen in one person. I must remind myself that this is no boy but a monster. He has ripped the arm off of one of the guards and cut the throat of a nurse.
He's a wild animal that needs to be put down. Dr. Louis assures me that the beast's presence here is beneficial to us. I am to check in on the beast. Take notes of his actions and what he is doing. He says nothing to me but on occasion he paces in his cell. His steps fluid and soft like the beast he holds beneath his skin. He makes no attempt at conversation. The last time I heard him attempt conversation was when he taunted Dr. Lewis. Making cheap childish jibes at the man. That was not what bothered me. What bothered me was a simple threat, or was it a warning?
When I get out of here. I am going to rip every one of your limbs from your body. I will burn this place to the ground and you will all die screaming.
He taunted in a very thick Scottish brogue. It wasn't so much his words but how he said this. How he looked me in the eye and made his claim. It was if he had made that statement directly for me. After being tranquilized and injected with a serum that will make him more...docile, I was sent to inspect his progress. It is a punishment, I gather. A punishment for letting several of his best guards get injured. Two were killed. Here I stand with the devil in the cell and I continue to write. His monstrous gaze never leav-ing me.
I can hear him singing now.
"On a fine spring evening,
As I lay dreaming,
And the lag was weeping,
For his gal, Sal.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal."
The boy had awoken in the cold corner of his isolation cell. I could see his pale blue-green eyes looked to the wall to which was a hopeless scribbling of
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I couldn't watch him scribbling anymore. I had to walk away, but he kept singing.
And the wind was sighing,
As the day was dying,
And the lag still lay crying in his prison cell.
And the auld triangle went jingle jangle,
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.