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Brain Dead
Chapter 2: More than needed.
Journal Entry #2, 07/17/12, 13:00h
I had this dream after Doctor Fry gave me those drugs. It wasn't a dream, it was more like a nightmare. I was in house, a nice little house. I was on the main floor.
I was standing in what would be the living room, screaming for my dad and mom. They must've been upstairs, because that's where i was screaming. I couldn't go up there
though, because, the stairs were engulfed in bright orange and yellow flames. They were beautiful, the way they danced and glowed in the house. I reminded myself not
to get caught up in their beauty, for they were the things that were going to kill my family. I had to get them out, but I didn't know how. I begin to feel a river,
no, something more like Niagra Falls, pour down my face. Then I turn to see this little girl. She has to be my sister, she looks exactly like me. Maybe she's my twin.
I don't know. But as soon as I see her, I rush her out of the house. There is two firetrucks outside and about 10 firefighters. They come and take us away. I then awaken
in this hospital room, only to see my 'parents' laying in the beds. That's when I woke up. It scared the crap out of me because it felt so real, like I had witnessed
this before, like I was actually in that situation. This is Skylar, signing out.
Doctor Fry came by again today. He told me that I was due for surgery in a few hours. When I asked what kind of surgery though, he just turned away from me, with the
smile only a devil could produce. That's when this voice came into my head. It was a familiar voice, soft but scared. It bothered me that I couldn't pin point whose
voice it was, but it started to yell at me.
" SKYLAR! SKYLAR SNAP OUT OF IT! Listen, you need to help me, Dr. Louis, he told me he could possibly be relocating me again. I don't want to leave! I really like it
here. Even if they label me as mentally unstable, they are genuinely nice. Help me!" it shouted.
"Am I crazy!?" I thought to myself. If this was my own voice, and in a different circumstance, I wouldn't be so worried. But this, this voice was like it was talking
to me, in the here and now. It baffled me. Maybe this person is implanting a voice in my head, like Professer Xiaver in X-Men. But then I realized that the X-Men
aren't real, at least not yet. I shrug it off for now, thinking maybe this is just my mind playing tricks on me. I go to lie down in my bed when a man enters my room.
He's very tall, around 6'6", and is dressed in a military outfit. He has a buzz cut, the only hair on his face is a mustache, and is extremley well built. He sits down
in my chair at the table and just stares at me. I stare at him back, but there's a difference. I can see that he knows I'm afraid. The military man then starts to laugh
at me. I give him a scared and confused look.
"Well, it seems like you don't remember me. I am the man who caught you,you cold hearted bastard. My name is Sgt. Charles. It's a disgrace to meet you again." says the
sargent.
"Yea, it's nice to meet you too."
"Listen, I'm not here to chit-chat. I need to ask some questions."
"Oh. Well you see, I was just about to go to bed. I'm exhasted beyond belief."
"Fine. I'll see you soon."
" Okay...?" I reply in a questioning tone.
Sgt. Charles just casually gets up and leaves. But before he closes the door, he shouts,
"THIS PATIENT TRIED TO ATTACK ME! SOMEONE SEDATE HER!"
Two nurses come in and give me a needle. I go out cold.
I had this dream after Doctor Fry gave me those drugs. It wasn't a dream, it was more like a nightmare. I was in house, a nice little house. I was on the main floor.
I was standing in what would be the living room, screaming for my dad and mom. They must've been upstairs, because that's where i was screaming. I couldn't go up there
though, because, the stairs were engulfed in bright orange and yellow flames. They were beautiful, the way they danced and glowed in the house. I reminded myself not
to get caught up in their beauty, for they were the things that were going to kill my family. I had to get them out, but I didn't know how. I begin to feel a river,
no, something more like Niagra Falls, pour down my face. Then I turn to see this little girl. She has to be my sister, she looks exactly like me. Maybe she's my twin.
I don't know. But as soon as I see her, I rush her out of the house. There is two firetrucks outside and about 10 firefighters. They come and take us away. I then awaken
in this hospital room, only to see my 'parents' laying in the beds. That's when I woke up. It scared the crap out of me because it felt so real, like I had witnessed
this before, like I was actually in that situation. This is Skylar, signing out.
Doctor Fry came by again today. He told me that I was due for surgery in a few hours. When I asked what kind of surgery though, he just turned away from me, with the
smile only a devil could produce. That's when this voice came into my head. It was a familiar voice, soft but scared. It bothered me that I couldn't pin point whose
voice it was, but it started to yell at me.
" SKYLAR! SKYLAR SNAP OUT OF IT! Listen, you need to help me, Dr. Louis, he told me he could possibly be relocating me again. I don't want to leave! I really like it
here. Even if they label me as mentally unstable, they are genuinely nice. Help me!" it shouted.
"Am I crazy!?" I thought to myself. If this was my own voice, and in a different circumstance, I wouldn't be so worried. But this, this voice was like it was talking
to me, in the here and now. It baffled me. Maybe this person is implanting a voice in my head, like Professer Xiaver in X-Men. But then I realized that the X-Men
aren't real, at least not yet. I shrug it off for now, thinking maybe this is just my mind playing tricks on me. I go to lie down in my bed when a man enters my room.
He's very tall, around 6'6", and is dressed in a military outfit. He has a buzz cut, the only hair on his face is a mustache, and is extremley well built. He sits down
in my chair at the table and just stares at me. I stare at him back, but there's a difference. I can see that he knows I'm afraid. The military man then starts to laugh
at me. I give him a scared and confused look.
"Well, it seems like you don't remember me. I am the man who caught you,you cold hearted bastard. My name is Sgt. Charles. It's a disgrace to meet you again." says the
sargent.
"Yea, it's nice to meet you too."
"Listen, I'm not here to chit-chat. I need to ask some questions."
"Oh. Well you see, I was just about to go to bed. I'm exhasted beyond belief."
"Fine. I'll see you soon."
" Okay...?" I reply in a questioning tone.
Sgt. Charles just casually gets up and leaves. But before he closes the door, he shouts,
"THIS PATIENT TRIED TO ATTACK ME! SOMEONE SEDATE HER!"
Two nurses come in and give me a needle. I go out cold.