Peter's Diary Entries

by BoilingHeart

After a visit from the doctor, Peter is told to write down everything that happens to him in a diary. But something's up. The doctor spoke to Peter's adoptive fathers, Tino and Berwald about something vital to Peter's health, and they aren't telling him about it. Peter knows something's up, but continues to do what he was told, no matter how stalkerish he finds it.

11. June 30

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

1:23 PM

It's happening. Al is on the phone with Arthur right now, and if all goes according to plan, well, then maybe I have improved my future. I'm going to take a shower, clean out my ears and brush my teeth and prepare myself for the doctor's.

I'm counting on you, Dr. Lupei. Please make me better!

6:45 PM

Well I learned a lot. Arthur was thrown off when he realized the true reason why he was invited over, but surprisingly didn't question it. I couldn't read his emotions. He gave me this strange look every now and then. An emotion I have never seen worn upon a human face. It made my stomach churn. It's not a bad or mean look, it's... well, I don't know.

So, we went to the hospital, and Dr. Lupei asked a lot of questions, discussed with Arthur my condition, and it was revealed that my real mother was named Francine, and she had died when I was two. Arthur has schizophrenia as well, just like me, and it is most likely that I inherited it from him. Most of my health problems I am experiencing are almost identical to Arthur's. The deformity of my lungs, however, may have just been abnormal growth. Apparently, if you climb up Arthur's family tree, you'll find that his family has a history of cancer, but Arthur doesn't have it. I'm still an unknown cause, but not a lost one. While I was there, Dr. Lupei took some more blood samples, and monitored our breathing rates. We got X-Rays, our organs examined and we took a few reflex tests or something.

Overall, everything went well. Arthur went home, me and Al spent the rest of our day normally, and I'm going to go to bed early.

10:32 PM

I can't sit in any position that could make my stomach stop hurting. I feel nauseous, and I have a HUGE stomach ache, and a headache. The more I move, the more it hurts. Daddy is home, thankfully, and he keeps checking up on me, taking my temperature, and everything. I'm hearing things. Wolves, laughter, growls and murmurs. There aren't any wolves in this area, I don't know what would be growling, and it sounds like there are a hundred people talking and laughing. There are only four of us in the house.

I'm scared.