May 25th

It's been a long time since I was able to get over what had happened and my depression. It confuses me so much. It seems like I haven't left my apartment in a long time, but I have in a way. It's like blurs. At one moment I remember being at the hospital, but then sitting in my living room, things were not all clear.

I don't feel well at all. What's happening to me? It seems that my body is aching. A lot. My chest is burning and my head feels like I have an extremely big hangover. I took my temperature earlier today, and I'm fine. So why do I feel so terrible?

Melodramatic prose. Oh raging HORROR! Make this end!!

Then maybe--

--we become the bitter children of what we oppose. No longer endearing to its lack of sincerity. Become more confused more--

--scared. I don't know what's going on at that hospital, I'm going to quit. I don't care whether I don't get that special position or not. I would rather leave then know--the truth that lies behind it. Why must everything be explained to those whom do not wish to know? The Earth, polluted by the melancholy, insanity, can go on no longer. It will be swept away by none other than our God. And yes, she will bring him out of the depths and will exterminate vermin. Pain will no longer exist. Suffering will no longer exist. Only-- I don't know what'll happen.

But, if I tell, what will it do? Will it help? Will it expose--what will it do to tell? -- the hospital for what it really is? Can I--you can't stop what has already begun. Silly woman, with ideas of making a difference. -- help with the cases of suicide that have been happening frequently? Why can't I concentrate? Has this--you've been exposed to something that will soon become a habit. You haven't realized it just yet, but in time, you will--been a sign of something. Something that I can't grasp?

Weak with uncertainty. Humans are so easily crushed when their petty fears are acknowledged. I will shape you, Lisa Garland. You will know what real fear can be. To be alone, in your little world, fighting for sanity, when you lost it so long ago. But, no one has really told you. No one in the world is sane. Even if they claim to be. When He comes, he will purify the tainted bodies, annihilating the negative emotions. Lust, pain, depression, bitterness, so many that are to be destroyed.

Disgusting, how the world has shaped so many sick people. Weak people. Just like Eve, who succumbed to the Serpent's seductive ways.

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May 30th

I'm able to think straight now. My head has finally stopped hurting, and my chest feels loose. I'm now able to work without doubt. I spoke to Dr. Kaufmann today, and he says that he's 'glad' to have me back after the terrible ordeal. He wasn't honest. I could tell with the arrogant glint in his eyes. That makes me angry, but at the same time, I feel sympathy for him. He probably doesn't realize how utterly pathetic he really is. Preying on woman like that with his perverse motives. Such apathy is disgusting.

I won't let him demean me. I will do my duties. Not for him, but for the person that I am going to care for. The only thing is I didn't know my patient's name. I went into Kaufmanns' office to ask. There he was, reading a book, a look of nonchalance on his face. 'What is it?' he asked. 'I'd like to know the name of my patient, sir.' I answered, simply ignoring the grin that was forming on his face. It lasted only a split second, but as Kaufmann spoke, his grin ceased. 'I will tell you tomorrow.' As I turned to walk out, he called 'I'll be looking forward to see you doing Head nurse duties.' I grinned falsely as he did, but when I turned, I pulled a look of distaste.

Pig. That was the only word that was on my mind about now.

So I waited most of the day. About 10:00 p.m., I returned to hospital. I was a bit creeped out, since barely anyone worked at night. I spotted the janitor, and he waved. I waved back, happy that he was here. If Kaufmann tried to pull anything, he'd be able to hear my screams. So I signed in (Though I didn't need to), and made my way to Kaufmanns' office once more. But as I approached, I heard another voice. So familiar, but I really don't know. I walked towards the door slowly as not to create the clicks of my high-heeled shoes. 'Everything is in place, yes?' a low voice cackled softly. 'Yes.' Kaufmanns' voice answered. There was a rustling of papers. 'I suppose you have someone to care for my daughter? I hope that they are not obsolete, Kaufmann. For there has already been setbacks one too many. After all, we won't be able to bring Him back.'

Him?

'Yes I know, but I got the nurse perfect for the job. However--' he paused briefly. 'She'd probably won't be able to handle the effects of what will happen.' The voice chuckled. 'That's amusing, Kaufmann. Feeling sympathetic towards the poor soul? Or is it just your lust for woman?' Kaufmann didn't answer. 'I see.' The voice continued. I heard the clap of bare feet against the floor. 'Such emotion will be washed away once He is born once more. Samuel will live. He will rid the world of suffering and pain.'

Those same words I heard before. It played through my head like a movie.

Pain---

Suffering ---

--polluted by melancholy, insanity--

--so easily crushed--

--fighting for sanity--

--so many--

--destroyed--

--bitterness--

--weak---

--Eve who succumbed--------------

I was overwhelming. Was this person I heard the one who is talking? Kaufmann finally spoke. 'Dahlia, I will tell her tomorrow and--' 'It wouldn't whether or not. Because she is standing outside the door. Listening to our conversation.' I froze. When Kaufmann opened the door, his face was pale. 'Did you--' He asked. I shook my head immediately, fear filling me instantaneously. 'Silly girl.' Dahlia's voice came from behind him. I was able to take a glance at her. She looked old. Very old. Her eyes had those same shadows, and her skin looked sallow. Her lips were purple, and a smile was on them. 'I suppose the little girly has heard words, yes?' she asked sweetly.

I shook my head again. I tried not to blink. 'Well, is it not you who witnessed the act between the woman and this man in the storage room?' Kaufmann fell silent, and so did I. 'How lustful, was it not? The intimacy of it all? How easy to give in to physical longing, yes?' Dahlia asked, only in a somewhat demanding matter. As to ask in a less formal matter, perhaps she was saying 'Have you seen this man make love to your friend, destroy her completely, ridding her body of any pureness she had left? Did this arouse you? Seeing these two proceed without second thought? Then later on, the slut kills herself because her stupidity. Then you are burdened with tears and remorse.'

I couldn't answer any of her questions. My mouth was dry. Then my eyes shifted off of Dahlia's empty eyes, to Kaufmanns' desk. It looked like bags of--cocaine. Kaufmann must have caught my gaze because he was about to open his mouth when I shouted 'It's your fault!' He fell silent again. 'You gave Anna that drug and it messed her up. YOU FUCKING BASTERD!!' I turned and ran down the hallway. That must have been the first time I've cussed. And it felt great; knowing that it left a startled looked on his face. I heard Kaufmanns' footsteps behind me. I was about to run, when his hand grabbed my arm. 'Lisa--' he stammered. I shook his hand of my arm and my anger flared. 'I'M NOT TAKING THIS BULLSHIT, YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'M TELLING THE POLICE EVERYTHING! THAT DRUG WAS WHITE CLAUDIA, WASN'T IT? I'LL HAVE YOUR ASS IN JAIL, KAUFFMAN, I SWEAR I WILL! I'LL EXPOSE WHAT THIS HOSPITAL REALLY IS!' When I turned, Dahlia's faint whisper came out of the darkness. 'I don't think so, girly,'

That's when a big flash of light cascaded from behind me. It hit me. It was like someone slamming my head with a baseball bat. I fell down.

'Poor little lamb.' were the last words I heard before falling unconscious.

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Hello everyone! Thanks for all the reviews. ^-^ I really appreciate it. This chapter was a bit weird. (Actually, I wrote this chapter while I was in a bad mood to add the creepiness.) And I think it worked out good. If I am in a good mood, I can't write as well, and since I just received a racist comment from a hypocritical little shit, who later complained that people shouldn't make fun of their color, that REALLY pissed me off, so basically, I let my anger go into this writing. Unsettling, no?

Happy Valentines Day!!

(Kinda festive, huh?)

By the way, the italics were for the voices that were in Lisa's head. You remember when she sniffed that substance? That was the White Claudia, but she didn't really know. That's why she has the voices, because since the Claudia was said to influence, I suppose it added something.

p.s. Please review if I made any mistakes. Me am kinda lazy now. .