May 14th

Something horrible happened at work today.  I overheard Dahlia Gillespie and Dr. Kaufmann talking about Alessa, and although I didn't catch all of it, I heard enough to find out what really happened.  Faulty wiring my ass!  They burned down that house on PURPOSE!  I was so shocked that I gasped and they heard me.  I managed to duck into the laundry room, but somehow Kaufmann figured out it had been me.  He called me into his office and told me that I needed to mind my own business.  I said that the patients ARE my business and that I didn't want to work here anymore.  Then he opened his drawer and pulled out a bunch of those little plastic bags and said if I didn't keep working there, he would make sure I never got any more White Claudia.  I told him that was fine by me, but within two hours I was back in his office, groveling like a dog. I don't even want to talk about the hallucinations I had when it started to wear off.

Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a bad batch and overdose.  I don't know how much longer I can stand this place.