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Viscount Greenleaf Captain
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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 2:24 pm
Today (Friday 27th of Oct, 2006) ms. Shineyu has started treatment, in accordance with court order # 1205. She is taking pills for her homicidal tendencies. We've started her on PAXIL, expecting results immediatly. Side effects include (but are not limited to) optical insanity, seeing things that aren't there.
We wish Shineyu the best of luck. If her behaviour fails to improve, she will be sent to the Happy Home for.. severe treatment. Please don't post here without the patient's permission.
Pre-guild thread:
]http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=18933765
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:09 pm
 This is our patient:
Name: Shineyu Taki No Bonsai (xD Made that up)
Age: 17
Blood Type: O positive
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Silver
Currently Prescribed: Paxil
Current Symptoms: Optical Insanity
While on Paxil, ms. Shineyu seemed to getting urgers to do things that were not in nature of herself.
She ripped off her curtains from her room and uses them to dress.
She finds eating cat food is better than eating the dog food.
And she is currently rolling on the floor.
The pills are taking affect and causing her not to have homocidal thoughts, but caused her to go more mental.
But we think its just a phase.
She should pass through it and make her way to being herself in no time.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:11 pm
ms.Shineyu seems to be having symptoms of have optical insane-ness.
She says everywhere she goes.
She sees feathers.
We though she was just joking around. But it seem to be wrong. She has been sitting in the fetal position lately.
Muttering to herself, "The feathers will get me.."
It creeps most of our staff out but it's okay.
Like we stated before, it is just a phase.
She will pass through it and get healthy in no time.
But if this stage occurs.
We might have to double her precription to prevent anything that might occer.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:31 pm
We are worrided terribly about our patient.
She sometimes sneaks out by herself when our staff tends to leave the doors unlocked.
This is not a chance to risk.
We have to find a way for her to calm down and stay in her room.
The worst possible outcome is that we might find her 40 miles away from the house, dead.
So we can to take procedures and strap her down into a bed.
Yes, it is extreme, but it will help.
She keeps saying she is seeing these "feathers."
Almost as if a bird were flying around her head.
This is getting serious.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:36 pm
Shin has met another one of our patients:
His name is Apathetic Nonchalance.
She hasnt been too familiar with him, but she seems
to be doing all right. Hopefully, she would be able to
get to know more of our patients better.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:37 pm
No matter how rude it is, we have to go over the letters Shin is sending home.
She might be trying to contact someone to get her out of here.
We can't risk that.
So any letters that say that we must throw out.
Any others letters, at sent directly to her parents and siblings.
Here are some current one we found that were sutible to send out to her parents:
Quote: Dear mom and dad,
Things have been though. I thought that this was going to be easy. The medicine I am taking seems to be helping a lot. And the doctors are really nice. But somethings I don't feel like myself. It is probably nothing, just a side effect from the pills. The doctors reassrured me that the Paxil that I am taking seems to be okay. I should be able to return home soon. I can't wait to see you guys again. Hopefilly, I will be able to come for Petey's graduation and for your guys anniversery. Love you guys!
Love always,
Shin Quote: Dear Petey,
I am sorry I couldn't make it to your graduation. Tell mom and dad I am sorry for not making it to their anniversey. The doctors reassured me that it would be best that they say I stay in the home and continue to take the medicine. I wanted so much to see you walk on that stage and receive your little diploma from your first grade teacher. Aw, I feel depressed now. But trust me, when I get out of here and I feel better, I will take you out for ice cream! Tell mom and dad I love them and you to.
Love always,
Shin
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:39 pm
Shineyu's Friend, or the friend she can currently see if only feathers.
She has been seeing these feathers lately.
We are worried about her condition.
Hopefully, she will be able to get better in due time.
We know she is not going mental.
Like stated before, its just a stage.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:41 pm
Entry I: Link to the Past... I dont remember much now. I remember meeting someone, then poof its all gone. I want to meet someone else. I am tired of being alone all the time. I could still remember my past, just me my family and all in one loving home, and then, the thoughts came in...:
It was a crisp summer day, the bluebirds that lived out my house chirped to beautifully, I smiled at it and fiddled my finger at it like a worm. It came closer and then began to chirp. I found it very cute how it twisted its small neck about, looking at my finger so curiously. As I reached into my pocket to retrieve a small bread crumb. It grabbed it and gently flew away. I giggled as it looked like I made a new friend. But not for long.
When school started, I met a girl. But at school I was a leper. Not a person with the disease. At our school, a leper was someone who has no friends, or no life. It was normal. Until I met this girl. Her name was Amber, she wasn't pretty, nor was she popular. She had bleached hair, and green jaded eyes. She was my very first friend.
Time after time, we hung out and laughed together. It was pretty fun. After a while, she began to back away from me, everyone did. I didn't know why. Then suddenly, I gained up my courage to go and ask her what my problem was.
She replied, " You did something in class...Science class...you threathened the teacher and nearly killed her..." she said as she stuttered.
I just looked at her and walked away. I didn't know what she was talking about. But I guess this what is what life goes through when you suffer with my kind of problem. But I knew about my problem when I found myself about to strike a random man I didnt known witha crowbar, thats when I needed help.
The last scene I remember is that of me waving goodbye to my parents. It was the sadest moment of my life. I could remember Petey waving goodbye with tears in his eyes. I could remember that moment forever. Thats when I ended up here for help. I should be able to find help...For my problem...
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:43 pm
Entry II: Boy with the Hair Today, I finnaly had the courage to walk out of my room.I was lucky, if I didnt. I might have gone crazy.But all I remember is walking out into the street.And my feather following me. Was I going insane? Maybe, because I saw other creatures too. They were a spiraly blue. And there wasn't just one,
they was a trio. But then I blacked out. And when I woke up and took my pills... I was a man. I never got his name. But onyl remembered his hair.
It was very strange indeed.
After that, I went home and jotted down everything into my diary here. It was the first time, in the time staying here that I met someone. I felt chipper yes, but not as happy as the time I met that blue bird, or the time when I met the girl with the bleached hair, Amber.
But time to time again, I think about my family, and about anybody else that might be out there for me to meet. Will I be able to? I dont know. Maybe I will be here stuck in my past forever of me being homocidal, or maybe I will achieve my goal and stop havign these problems. Hopefulyl yes I would...
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:47 pm
Entry III: Feathers of the Rainbow My feathers have been somewhat protective lately. They always follow me. Everywhere I go. Which I find strange, even to the bathroom. I need my privacy! Even though it seems weird seeing these feathers. They remind me of the bluebird I met before i was here. I love the thought of seeing them constantly.
To be aware of them, I named them Ali. Just so I can call them something more formal then just "feathers." Plus, they seem to be aware of this too. When I gently call their name, "Ali" they flop up and down. I find this very amusing. Almost as if they are happy.
But when time comes, they might go away. I mean, they are probably like a guardian angel. They follow me, and after I leanr my lesson, they go to someone else. I mean, they have been with me for quite a long time. They should move on eventually. But I wouldn't want to see them go.
Well, the medicine has been doing good and so has my condition. Maybe I should inform my doctors on this? Maybe I should, and then maybe I would be able to go back home. Maybe, unless, I mean, I cant go back home, and I can't stop taking my medication, and I can't stop being with these thoughts.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:50 pm
Entry IV: Halloween with no Candy... Halloween was not sweet this year. There as no candy, not for me, not for Ali. I had to try and stay inside, but from my window, I could see little children russle up and down the block after candy. It was to me, very cute.
Every once in a while, the doorbell rang. But I didnt answer. I wanted to so. But I couldn't. My thought might take over and someone might lose a life. I didnt want that to happen. So to prevent that I stayed curled in a ball on my bed with the sheets over me and the lights down. Ali laid next to me , piled untop of each other like soft pillows.
Oh, how I wished to be with my family on Halloween, handing out candy to young ones and to olders in costumes. To see the vast lights of the town flicker on in off. Those images of last Halloween flashed through my mind. But now, here I was, spending my Halloween with Ali, my only friend, and watching out the window to those having a merry time.
I curled next to Ali and gently stroked Ali. It muffled up and down and then got up and began to float. I giggled and stop touching Ali. ali floated by my face and curled by my shoulder like a cat. Ali felt more like a friend then a guardian angel. I just wondered it time what Ali would be.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:53 pm
Entry V: Knock First! Ali has been following me to the bathrom for the time I have been seeing him/her. I guess Ali is curious, I mean, it a matter of speaking. I don't know, I hope that is the case. I have to ask myself, "Is Ali male or female?" To be honest, I haven't seen to many clues toward Ali's unknown gender. I wonder if the true gender of Ali will appear in time.
Ali is just feathers now, so he or she is still going to be my guardian angel no matter what Ali looks like. No matter what. Maybe, Ali will find me worthy enough to see his/her true form. If Ali has one. I always wonder to myself, where did Ali come from, I mean, Ali couldnt have just popped out of no where and become my guardian. There has to be a reason
Maybe Ali came to me knowing that I was going to have homocidal thoughts? Or that I go through problems? Or that I needed someone to talk to? Or that I was alone? Maybe Ali will never tell me the answer to these questions, but maybe in time, they will be concealed from their hiding.
One thought that popped into my head was, is Ali the blue bird I met before I came here? The feather remind me of the blue bird, and so does the sweet sensitivity it shows. Even though Ali has no natural physical appearence, no complete human smell, no voice to sing sweetly. Ali does show emotion. Much emotion like the bird that was justified before I came here seperated by everyone. Ali was my new friend, for someone I which came to love.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 12:54 pm
Entry VI: Telling The Truth I haven't sent a letter home in weeks. Now's its time for me t express my heart's truth, its accutually pretty grand for not being with my family. When my parents did find out about my condtion, they kept acting bewildered and worried. They asked a numerous amount of questions which became a nueisence with each string of words ringing in my ear. But I had to stay calm, I might break out into dangerous thoughts at that time.
Next they confided me to my room. For safety reasons, so I wasnt allowed in the kitchen nor any other part of the house , counting Petey's room. I was upset with this, but it was the only good resaon to turn. Mom said not to talk to me, but Petey took a peice of paper and slid it under my door, this was our conversation:
Petey: Are you okay sis?
Me: Yes, Petey, Im okay.
Petey: Then why is Mom and Dad locking you in your room?
Me: Um, I am sick Petey, and they dont want you to catch the cold too.
Petey: I wont mind being sick, so I can stay from school and stay home with you!
Me: No, No Petey, its not that kind of sickness...
Petey: Than what is it? Chickenpox? I want to look like a clown with chickenpox!
Me: No Petey, its not chickenpox. But I will get better soon.
Petey: Really? For how long sis?
Me: I don't know, but when I get better, I will take you out for ice cream.
Petey: Really!? Sis, you would....?
Me: I promise.
Petey: Im tired sis.
Me: Go to bed Petey.
Petey: No sis, I want to talk more.
Me: Petey, go to bed, listen to me, we will talk tomarrow morning.
Petey: Okay, Night sis.
Me: Night Petey.
That would have to be the last natural conversation I had with Petey. After that, my parents called the hospital and told them about what happened. The doctors came and picked me up and dumped me in the magic white truck. It as the last time I saw my parents....And Petey. I wanted to cry, but no tears came out, it was the best for me.
After all that, I feel like it was right that I came here to stay. But one problem came out of this, I didnt Keep my promise to Petey.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 1:20 pm
Entry VII: Behind Blue Eyes I remember in my youth when I had a small cat named Snowy. She was beautiful, her eyes were a clear cascade and her coat as soft and tender as snow. Which thus gained her the name Snowy. She was love all wrapped in one. She was my first only sort of "sibling" before Petey was born. My parents bought her for me as a gift on Christmas. They told me she was God"s Kitty. Which my she was so pure.
I remember the good times when I used to play around with Snowy in the backyard. Chasing crickets and blowing on dandilions. I loved her so, and she loved me back. We were like to peices of beads strung together on one string. Always together on the same chain.
But one faithful day, in the middle of June, Snowy slipped out between the paine of 2 windows after chasing what seemed to be a butterfly. I looked a ther to see if she were to be playing hide and seek. I followed her outside and couldnt find her.
I told me uncle and we searched from dusk to dawn for 4 whole days. When we reached our last 4th day and my uncle said that we couldnt find her. I broke into tears. I missed Snowy. But then I came to realize that Snowy must me happy with her new family so wish the best of her. But oh, I still miss her so.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 12:22 pm
Entry VIII:Man with Orange Hair Today was vague. I met someone else today, her name was Fanat and she was wuie a nice woman. She also, had a friend, it was a blob, or 12 footed octupus named Skel. Ali and Skel got along quite nicely which was quite cute. Fanat calls him a dodeocpi. Maybe he, I am not sure. While we sat and talked, he met a vague man with orange hair and a purple skin with tinge. He said we were staring while he was off to the casino. He had quite a temper.
By then, I had gotten weak again. He was an obnoxios man. I never got his name, but he did have an owner. Ali didnt like him either, but who knows, maybe he will learn to have respect. After the event, Ali was happy like always. I was glad Ali was not hurt in the incident. For now, Ali was my only friend, for all I know, she might be changing, I dont know, maybe. The man was knocked out cold is for all I remember, I think I banged him in the head when I waved that stick around.
I just hope he is okay now, I didnt mean to hurt him, but he was being a little pest. Fanta jabbed him with a spork several times, I dont know if it hit him, but I hope it didnt hurt him too much.
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