Dear Stranger,
Assuming that you're not some anti-social hermit who doesn't watch television, you know about the tragedy that happened today. The hospital has been even crazier than it normally is since the first ambulance carrying injured children came screaming into the emergency room. I've got a new roommate now. He's a seven year old boy named Lucas DeMarco. He lost both of his legs up to his knees from the explosion. He has bandage covered stitches everywhere on his body. He's still unconscious and he has a lot of needles stuck in him.
What kind of sick people bomb an elementary school! They're young innocent children who haven't done anything…they're only just beginning to live! I don't understand why people would do such a thing. The person responsible for this should be the one unconscious in a hospital, not all these children!
I'm writing this now about twenty minutes after I wrote the last paragraph. Apparently, I got so passionate and angry that my pulse spiked up and suddenly there was beeping and my handsome nurse came in and told me to calm down. I tried but that didn't seem to work quickly enough for him, so he stabbed me with a needle. I screamed bloody murder at him for minutes before I literally became dead weight and calmed down against my will. It was horrible; whatever he did to me shouldn't be allowed. Or maybe it wasn't! Maybe it was some alien drug he injected into me! Maybe I'm slowly turning into one of them! I don't want to be an alien!
Seething internally,
Serena