Private Journals
I'm getting more and more worked up about agents of Poseidon finding me here. And the incessant pounding of blood in my ankle is just a constant reminder of my last encounter. I would hate to leave with such a shortage of hands, but the longer I stay in one place, the closer they get. I can't settle down away where. Everywhere I look I see potential agents. I nearly jump out of my skin at every corner. This paranoia just continues to consume me. I can't even look at animals or sick bays the same way anymore, all I get are images from Lab P1Xa and 1Xb. Thank god I work in trauma. Thank god I'm still alive. And god help me to keep living.
Sabrina took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She had to calm down. She tossed down her pen and pulled a flask out of her belt and took a sip. She balled her other hand into a fist as she drank, the resistance and soft moan of the leather glove was oddly soothing.
I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm afraid to sleep, the nightmares are horrid, and get worse every day. It's been a year and four months since then, but it's not what I saw there that bothers me the most, it's knowing that they're still out there and wanting my blood, badly. I dream of what they'll do to me if they get me. I know I'll die, I just hope it will be quick, but I know better.
With a sigh, Sabrina pulled out one of her waterly rolls and lit it. The mint and rosemary scent rolled over her and opened her lungs, and calmed her mind. She scratched under her chin and adjusted her hat before continuing.
You poor soul who get's the 'opportunity' to read my writings. I wonder if you'll be an excited student reading a famous doctor's manuscript or an agent of Poseidon skimming over to see what I know or maybe a psychiatrist looking to find the reason why patient 3B snapped! I'm personally voting for option A. Well whoever you are, I hope you find this semi-interesting, not sure how though. All the juicy medical stuff is written on the other side of the pages!
So now I'm sitting here wondering what I should do. I could go to sleep, but that's not something I feel like dealing with at the moment. I could go scouting for agents, but I'm just now calming down again.