May 12th
I was finally able to find my way out of the dark room I was put in. I stumbled every now and then, then found a door. There was a dim-litted hallway, where right now, I'm staying for the time being. But it's weird. Everything is metal looking, and there are a lot of doors. I went into most of them, but they were all the same. Empty. I also noticed a bump on my head.
I'm confused. How did I get here? I kept thinking, which seemed like for hours.
But then I discovered there was a hidden door, and I went through it. There was a really narrow hallway. I made my way through it and found yet another door. I opened it. There were medication, bandages, needles, and this unknown substance in white bottles.
I opened one of them and sniffed it. It had a bizarre smell. It smelt like shoe polish, and a mixture of vanilla. I felt sick afterwards. That's when I heard the door open. I hid behind some boxes to discover that Dr. Kaufmann with my friend, Anna.
Then I was in the hospital? I remembered that she always worked at night. I turned toward them.
He closed the door, and she begged him to 'give her Claudia'. Her voice wasn't the same either. It sounded raspy. Then, he told her 'You already know the price.' Anna got her knees and finally I realized what the price was. It was so sickening, watching him touch her body that way. It lasted at least 10 minutes. Kaufmann got dressed and left. It took her awhile, but she too, left. I vomited so much, seeing that mess Kaufmann and she had left.
I was able to regain myself, and I ran out of the hospital. I didn't care if I was caught. All I wanted was to go home and think that this was all a dream. That they hadn't done what they done, and my friend wasn't like this at all.
But then I realized it was all futile. The next morning I woke, the images of that sick pervert and Anna were remembered, and anger flooded through me like fire. What was I to do? If I said anything, it would ruin my friend. But then if I didn't, who knows whom Kaufmann will have his way with next?
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May 15th
I went back to work three days of brooding. Kaufmann wasn't at work so I could feel safe for the time being. But, neither was Anna. One of the nurses told me that she heard Anna refused to come out of her house, and when Dr. Kaufmann heard this, he merely shrugged and asked that I take over her shift once back.
So, I decided to spend the day sleeping. It felt good to sleep. I wanted to spend forever in my bed. As though a short while, a frantic knock was on my apartment door. When I opened it, Anna's younger sister threw herself in my arms. It took me a long time to calm her, and she was finally able to tell me what was wrong.
Anna had killed herself.
It was if someone had slapped me across the face. At that instant, the anger that was burning so much was all in vain. It was replaced with overwhelming sadness. I knew I couldn't have said something. But I didn't. I was too weak to do anything and the guilt was eating at me. Like the child in my arms, I started to cry. I cried because of the guilt, and for Anna.
Why did have to turn out like this?
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I was finally able to find my way out of the dark room I was put in. I stumbled every now and then, then found a door. There was a dim-litted hallway, where right now, I'm staying for the time being. But it's weird. Everything is metal looking, and there are a lot of doors. I went into most of them, but they were all the same. Empty. I also noticed a bump on my head.
I'm confused. How did I get here? I kept thinking, which seemed like for hours.
But then I discovered there was a hidden door, and I went through it. There was a really narrow hallway. I made my way through it and found yet another door. I opened it. There were medication, bandages, needles, and this unknown substance in white bottles.
I opened one of them and sniffed it. It had a bizarre smell. It smelt like shoe polish, and a mixture of vanilla. I felt sick afterwards. That's when I heard the door open. I hid behind some boxes to discover that Dr. Kaufmann with my friend, Anna.
Then I was in the hospital? I remembered that she always worked at night. I turned toward them.
He closed the door, and she begged him to 'give her Claudia'. Her voice wasn't the same either. It sounded raspy. Then, he told her 'You already know the price.' Anna got her knees and finally I realized what the price was. It was so sickening, watching him touch her body that way. It lasted at least 10 minutes. Kaufmann got dressed and left. It took her awhile, but she too, left. I vomited so much, seeing that mess Kaufmann and she had left.
I was able to regain myself, and I ran out of the hospital. I didn't care if I was caught. All I wanted was to go home and think that this was all a dream. That they hadn't done what they done, and my friend wasn't like this at all.
But then I realized it was all futile. The next morning I woke, the images of that sick pervert and Anna were remembered, and anger flooded through me like fire. What was I to do? If I said anything, it would ruin my friend. But then if I didn't, who knows whom Kaufmann will have his way with next?
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May 15th
I went back to work three days of brooding. Kaufmann wasn't at work so I could feel safe for the time being. But, neither was Anna. One of the nurses told me that she heard Anna refused to come out of her house, and when Dr. Kaufmann heard this, he merely shrugged and asked that I take over her shift once back.
So, I decided to spend the day sleeping. It felt good to sleep. I wanted to spend forever in my bed. As though a short while, a frantic knock was on my apartment door. When I opened it, Anna's younger sister threw herself in my arms. It took me a long time to calm her, and she was finally able to tell me what was wrong.
Anna had killed herself.
It was if someone had slapped me across the face. At that instant, the anger that was burning so much was all in vain. It was replaced with overwhelming sadness. I knew I couldn't have said something. But I didn't. I was too weak to do anything and the guilt was eating at me. Like the child in my arms, I started to cry. I cried because of the guilt, and for Anna.
Why did have to turn out like this?
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