5th entry
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“Steven, are you tired of being weak?” There she was, in my room, waiting for me. “What the hell is that supposed to me.” She was staring at the wall again. I see that I was getting no more information from her.
A couple of weeks have passed, no one visited me. The doctor seemed preoccupied with other patients. The only person, thing, I had, was the annoying angel.
She kept asking me the dumbest things. Nothing she was saying was making any sense. One day she said “With rage that you can scream,” then left. A couple of days later, she came back and said, “All of the stars right out of the sky.”
A week had passed; I heard footsteps in the hall. Coming to my room. The door opened and it was the doctor. “Steven, we are going to perform a test on you, to see what is going on inside your mind.” I didn’t say anything. The angel was still on my mind. I could think of nothing else. After her last visit, she had stopped coming. What the hell was she talking about?
The men strapped me to a bed, and rolled me into the hallway. The halls were always lighted. It seems that the people that worked here, were afraid that the patients would escape, molest, rape, kill, whatever they wanted to do to the staff. Could it be something about seeing these things?
I was brought to take a MRI. “Now Steven, we want you to keep your eyes close. Also, don’t try to move. Stay as still as you can.” I was too focused on what the angel told me to pay any attention to them. I remember hearing a very loud noise that I’ve never heard before. Test was then over. They rolled me back down the hallway and back to my room.
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