tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33161640499476541972024-02-07T19:32:18.102-08:00The Blood of a RoseNature is both dark and lightAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-2315459835461098092013-01-04T12:36:00.002-08:002013-01-04T12:36:56.407-08:00Polio kid<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">" Ok now we are done with the tour-" the sister had announced.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">" What?" I responded with a perplexed look.</span></div>
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We're done the tour if you want to learn more about the patients, go
into the office so you can read all their files." <span style="font-size: small;">S</span>he had pointed to a
small room that had white walls, glass windows and huge stacks of file<span style="font-size: small;">s with filing cabinets hidden in between.</span></span></div>
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priest came running down the hallway. "Sister Mary, we need <span style="font-size: small;">you</span> at the
prayer! Who's this?" He had said practically out of breathe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">" Oh, um, this is our new sister-"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">" Hello." I had abruptly interrupted.<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>" The name is Angelia."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">" Nice to meet you." The priest then turned to sister Mary and gave her a look. Sister Mary then assured him<span style="font-size: small;"> and </span>ran with priest to the <span style="font-size: small;">'</span>prayer<span style="font-size: small;">'</span>.</span></div>
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the priest and the sister had left, <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> decided to go to the office.
Curiosity had filled my head with just a thought of reading the patients
files<span style="font-size: small;">, which sounds kin<span style="font-size: small;">d<span style="font-size: small;"> of</span> mean but if you're some one that likes</span> to read and all you've heard so far today is the history of a room <span style="font-size: small;">that now smells of cleaning products and death it would be nice to get your mind on something else<span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Then at a random pick of the files <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> saw the name, HENRY
KINGLIE that was the patient name, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">age: 14,
same age <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> was when <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> lost both my parents in the fire, his background
had read:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He was t</span></span>hree years old when he lost his mother to <span style="font-size: small;">ammonia</span>. Father is
unknown. Foster parents had explained that every night he would be
screaming for his mother. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>When he entered the <span style="font-size: small;">asylum,</span> <span style="font-size: small;">Henry</span> showed symptoms of extreme
paranoia. He was placed in room 28, a standard patient room filled with
just one bed. <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">D</span>uring the first week of being in the asylum<span style="font-size: small;">,</span> he would scream for his mother <span style="font-size: small;">every night</span>, just like his <span style="font-size: small;">foster</span> parents had reported<span style="font-size: small;">. <span style="font-size: small;">So a test had ran for a week, 3 sisters, a <span style="font-size: small;">Priest</span> <span style="font-size: small;">an</span>d Dr. <span style="font-size: small;">L. had stayed up to see when he <span style="font-size: small;">would scream for his mother<span style="font-size: small;">;</span> <span style="font-size: small;">A</span>fter the </span></span></span></span>test was being run for several night</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>s</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>, the re</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>search had showed that he would </i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>scream for his mother every night at 2:</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>15 a.m., the same time his mother <span style="font-size: small;">had</span> d</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">i</span>ed, when she was a</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>t the hospital with Hen</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>ry. </i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>After understanding the re</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>search</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>, </i><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">D</span>r. L.</i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> had performed s</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>hoc</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>k therapy</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>. </i><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">T</span>he</i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i> shock therapy was <span style="font-size: small;">brutal</span> for the child<span style="font-size: small;">, nothing but screams and tears from the <span style="font-size: small;">excruciating</span> pain. </span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The next morning, when <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">a sister</span> went to give him food <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">she claimed that she</span> </span>sa<span style="font-size: small;">w</span> burn markings on his face and tears rolling down his eyes. </span>She claimed that she</span></i></span></span></span></span></span><i> had fed him some breakf<span style="font-size: small;">ast at least enough for him to walk<span style="font-size: small;">;</span> <span style="font-size: small;">she mentioned <span style="font-size: small;">how<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>it <span style="font-size: small;">was <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">easy</span> to</span></span></span></span> tell that he was having trouble chewing<span style="font-size: small;"> and swallowing</span>, <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">the<span style="font-size: small;"> sister said that when she helped</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">H</span>e<span style="font-size: small;">nry to get up, he had </span> just dropped to the floor and started to cry. <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">When <span style="font-size: small;">the <span style="font-size: small;">nun </span></span></span>asked why he was crying<span style="font-size: small;">; the boy <span style="font-size: small;">replied <span style="font-size: small;">with, "<span style="font-size: small;">I</span> can't feel my leg<span style="font-size: small;">s<span style="font-size: small;">, <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> can't stand<span style="font-size: small;">, help me<span style="font-size: small;">, help me please!" </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">T</span>he boy was later diagnosed with polio.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">After <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">two</span> months of pol<span style="font-size: small;">io</span>, he had died.</span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">That's when <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> decided to close the file and move onto <span style="font-size: small;">another one<span style="font-size: small;">, after<span style="font-size: small;"> placing the file down <span style="font-size: small;">I couldn't help but cry<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">,</span> <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> thought of what that poor child <span style="font-size: small;">had went through</span></span></span></span></span></span></span> and how sad it must have been for him and his mother to go through that<span style="font-size: small;">, but what about his father<span style="font-size: small;">?</span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-59249129155414347812013-01-04T12:30:00.002-08:002013-01-04T12:30:33.771-08:00My dreamsI had the weirdest dream ever, at first I heard a really loud scream, then in a flash I saw a girl wearing, oh wait, I couldn't see what she was wearing. Uuummm, oh yeah, she had huge scared eyes and no lower jaw, her tongue was just hanging out of her mouth, it was in fact pretty freaky. Even with just one glimpse you could see full on detail, the saddest part about the dream, I actually did not imagine it.... I know freaky.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-39999364525909450352012-12-29T12:33:00.000-08:002012-12-29T23:09:19.062-08:00James's sleeping problem<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="line-height: 24px;">This is a part of asylum... </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">At 4 a.m. I
was awoken by the sound of screaming, I had then gotten up, put my shoes
on<span style="font-size: small;"> and</span> began to run up and down the hallways of the asylum trying to detect the
screams and yells. I then found myself in room 26, James's room, he was screaming
and crying tears of fear because of a nightmare he just had.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Since James has a sleeping disorder, he is unable to sleep when he really needs to
and because of the lack of sleep, his mind is jumbled up so it's hard
for him to remember anything, to speak or even know where he is<span style="font-size: small;"> ( and he tends to panic a lot)</span>. I was trying to wake him up by rubbing his arm and shaking him, I had to be careful of where I stood so he doesn't hit me when he wakes up (so many sisters that were trying to wake him up had that problem). </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">When he
had finally opened his eyes, I could see tears streaming down his face
and I could <span style="font-size: small;">tell that he was scared, why wouldn't he be, especially what he went through</span>. I couldn't help but feel bad for the guy<span style="font-size: small;">, h</span>e's an orphan and he has been an ophan since he was just<span style="font-size: small;"> 3 months old,</span> <span style="font-size: small;">J</span>ames used to have foster parents<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> but after only being his parents <span style="font-size: small;">from the age of one to</span> <span style="font-size: small;">three</span> years old</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">J</span>ames'</span>s foster parents had abandon him for several years after that</span>. There were no records of the foster parents signing the responsiblity of <span style="font-size: small;">him to someone else</span>, they didn't even take him back to the or<span style="font-size: small;">phanage<span style="font-size: small;"> the foster parents just left him there at the house. </span>When t</span>he police then found James, he was restless and shocked<span style="font-size: small;">, the police also still have<span style="font-size: small;">n't found <span style="font-size: small;">J</span>ames foster parents, <span style="font-size: small;">there last names weren't even in the records</span></span></span>. When he was at the local hospital they didn't know what to do to him, they tried drugging James so he could fall asleep but it didn't work, James just sat there and screamed<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">.</span> B</span>ecause of his actions the doctor, that tried to help him, recomended him to go to the asylum. <span style="font-size: small;">O</span>f course the asylum took that recommendation and brought him here. <span style="font-size: small;">Now, <span style="font-size: small;">J</span>ames is <span style="font-size: small;">15.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I gave him a whisper <span style="font-size: small;">while <span style="font-size: small;">I wiped his tears<span style="font-size: small;">, "Hey, James do you want me to sing you a lullaby so you can fall asleep<span style="font-size: small;">?"</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">He h<span style="font-size: small;">ad replied with a gentle nod<span style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I s</span>at on his bed by his side,
pull his head towards my chest and sang him a lullaby that my mother
would always sing to me when I had nightmares, " Sweet, sweet angel from
above give this poor soul a hug. Sweet, sweet angel from above give this
poor soul a kiss from above". I gave him a small kiss on the head and sang the soft tune over and over till James was finally asleep again<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> When <span style="font-size: small;">James</span> was finally asleep, <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> couldn't help but notice how cute he looked when he was sleeping. Knowing that he might wake up screaming again, I decided to stay with him over night,
just in case. </span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-86164898224714386502012-12-22T10:08:00.004-08:002012-12-29T23:11:36.066-08:00The girl that was #1<div style="text-align: center;">
THE GIRL THAT WAS #1</div>
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This is a piece of Asylum... </div>
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As the other sister was giving me the tour of the asylum, I couldn't help but notice the girl in the room beside me wearing a straight jacket and sitting on the bed repeating the words, "I'm number on, I'm number one, I'm number one..." while in a dazed stare.<br />
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"Oh that's Alyson" the sister that was giving me the tour had said. "She was actually one of our first comers, sadly, she had killed five girls in just seven years, let there be mercy on there souls, she was sent to juvenile prison but as soon as she got out, she continued killing other girls, there was one boy she killed no one knew about it until her most recent trail. Even her parents didn't know but because she was continuously killing, they sent her here hoping that she would change within a few years. Now she has been here for about.... actually I don't know."<br />
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" You don't know?!" I was furious.<br />
" Oh we don't keep exact records of the patients." The nun said.<br />
" Are you serious?" I was frustrated.<br />
" Miss we are the ladies of god, don't consume the idea of keeping them locked up or examined, or just call them, <i>experiments</i>." The nun said experiments as if she was disgusted in saying that word, I wouldn't blame her. " We must treat them as human beings, not expeirements just because the devil has taken a piece of them doesn't mean that they still don't have a soul, we bless all of our patients with god we all hope for them to return to there natural state, that's the whole point." Then, in just a blink of an eye she tried continuing with the tour.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-50112089228833259782012-12-21T18:41:00.002-08:002012-12-21T18:41:22.746-08:00Adshttp://racingwithscissors.blogspot.com/<br />
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<3 This website it's fun and it's got cool crafts with purpose. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-57588238499458360452012-12-21T18:16:00.002-08:002012-12-22T10:02:42.377-08:00My book that I'm writing<div style="text-align: center;">
My book that I'm writing</div>
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I'm writing a book called Asylum ( I might change it later on) this book is about a nun named Angelia that's 23 years old. That had recently lost her family in a fire, so they burned to death, and now Angelia is working in an asylum. She finds the asylum scary but the patients are worse. I'm going to post parts of my book every week so you guys can read it and comment on it tell me if you like the horror or not... </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595584810633539528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3316164049947654197.post-40459769377126258822012-12-21T14:52:00.000-08:002012-12-21T18:22:19.275-08:00Little Susie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Little Susie, how'd you get blood on your dress?</span></span></div>
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