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 Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 10:36 am
Bradly looked dowwn the hall,where Ophelia had just been dragged to the surgeon's room,"How interesting.I wonder who sits beyond that door ready to hand out milk and cookies." ("I wonder what is behind that door.")
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 7:52 pm
Okay, so maybe Emily had her sane moments.
"My name is Emily, sir. What do you mean by milk and cookies?"
Okay, so maybe it wasn`t a moment. Emily sometimes went a whole day with being sane. her record was a week, when the doctors had almost let her go. Then, Emily went back to talking non sense, which is why she was still here.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:45 am
Bradly looked back at Emily,"What could be behind that door that made Ophelia,disregarding the fact she screams so often anyway..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 3:30 am
The guardds dragged Ophelia out when the good doctor was through with her. Blood ran down her forhead lightly, and seeped through her dress from the new cuts on her body. Her lip was bloody from where the doctor had hit her when she didnt cooperate. She didnt scream or thrash about As she was dragged back and thrown in her cell.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 9:31 am
Bradly saw the blood and laughed marily(sp?),"Cuts and gashes make the world go 'round." he said wioth a wicked smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 7:11 am
"Shut up Bradly." Ophelia said, huddled in the corner of her cell. Her bosy felt like it was on fire from the pain of the cuts. The "surgeon" hadnt even bothered to bandage them. Ophelia had been in here for quite sometime and had come to recognize Gregory's diffrent personalities.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:10 pm
Bradly frowned,"Guessed me again Ophelia,you usually always do now,which makes this game no fun." he said,"So,Ms. Emily,you have become very silent,why?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 5:59 pm
"I found Edward." Ophelia said quietly. Edward had been a man that the surgeon had dragged away and was never seen again. "He's in the basement rotting."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:49 am
Bradly frowned more,"I liked Edward,he was fun.To bad his attitude didn't make him friends with the surgeon here." he said.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 5:06 pm
Ophelia gripped her head and rocked back and forth, crying softly. "So much...decay, and the smell. They are all...down there." Ophelias eye twitched and she ran at the bars off her cell. "You bastards!" She screamed and backed away slowly, hugging her chest. Ophelia knew it wouldnt be long before she was down there, rotting in the basement. The only reason she was still alive now was because the surgeon had a fondness for her face.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:09 pm
Bradly didn't seem phased by Ophelia's outburst,he never really was,but if Gregory had seen that he would have jumped,"Yes,yes bad words,call them bad words,it will make you feel slightly better."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 6:36 pm
Ophelia opened her mouth to say something but as she did she heard the sound of sharp nails scratching glass and she didnt have to trun around to know that the demon was watching her from the window that was high up on the wall of her cell.
"Go away. Go..." She whispered.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 8:13 pm
There was too much commotion for me. I grabbed the sides of my head, palms pressing hard onto my ears. My fingers dug into my skull until it felt my head would explode. The girl, Ophelia, and the Bradley character were making my head hurt.
They won't ever let you go, you know, the malignant voice told me. I knew I was the only one that could hear them, but it sounded so loud.
I knew that I had two seperate disorders, one where I heard voices, and one where I took on a personality of a different person, but sometimes I felt as if the voices became the personality... The voices were other versions of me, reverberating around the boundries of my skull...
Ophelia finally stopped screaming, her voice fading into oblivion. I removed my hands, slowly from my head, to hear quiet. Sweet, malignant silence...
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 9:23 pm
Alice sat in the corner of her cell.She listened to Ophelia and "Bradley" speak.Although she didn't care about what they were talking about.All Alice wanted to do was burn something.She wanted to see flames dance and burn their victim.Alice thought fire was a beautiful thing. The way it looked and felt.Alice often had a huge urge to burn something so she would burn herself by scratching her arms on the wall and she would be able to feel the pain.It would burn her.Alice thought that fire was the only thing that would keep her sane.Apparently the doctor didn't think so.After all of these thoughts,Alice started to hum,softly enough that she could only hear herself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 7:27 am
I hugged my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth in time with the humming from the cell next to mine. My cell door opened, and a hand grabbed a fistful of my hair.
"No!" I cried. "No! Leave me alone!"
I was dragged from my cell, and everything went black...
"Get off of me if you want to keep that hand," I snarled. I felt Lawson inside me, asleep. He knew I could take care of this, and take care of this I would.
"Get off of me!" I said again, grabbing the man's wrist and bending it back. He yelped and let go of my hair. I fell to the ground just outside my cell and glared at him. The guard was nursing his hand, looking at me in such fear.
"You're not Lawson," he said, voice full of terror.
"Well no s**t," I said, an evil grin spreading across my features. "If you ever try to touch any of us - me, Lawson, or Daniel - again, I'll make sure you suffer. Now go." The guard backpedaled, turned, and ran away.
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