Post by izzymuse on Jul 27, 2008 4:30:14 GMT -5
July 27th, 2008: Covering what happened exactly 11 years ago today.
What was it? What happened to me? What happened to them?
These were the questions I asked myself as the gas poured from me.
Where did it come from, why now? I had been diagnosed with XPCI 3 years ago why were mutation's occurring now? I cursed under my breath as I sat in the fetal position with a confused look on my face.
The next thing I remember I was in the back of an ambulance. Didn't know the details of how I got in there then, it's even fuzzier now 11 years later. The one thing I do remember was the face of my doctor at the facility. Not nearly as old and haggard as he probably is now. Dr. House. He remembered him the most out of everything from his short time in the facility. 15 years old and confined to a prison that called itself a 'hospital'.
3 Years I spent in the gloom of that hospital under the cameras and the orderlies. And Dr. house. I don't know who wanted to be there less, me or him? It doesn't matter now though. But that's not true. If it didn't matter I wouldn't be writing it down right now. But why am I writing it down? And who is it important to? Those questions will have to wait. Sleep calls me.
~Sebastion Dame
|c| Izzy Muse 2008 All rights reserved
What was it? What happened to me? What happened to them?
These were the questions I asked myself as the gas poured from me.
Where did it come from, why now? I had been diagnosed with XPCI 3 years ago why were mutation's occurring now? I cursed under my breath as I sat in the fetal position with a confused look on my face.
The next thing I remember I was in the back of an ambulance. Didn't know the details of how I got in there then, it's even fuzzier now 11 years later. The one thing I do remember was the face of my doctor at the facility. Not nearly as old and haggard as he probably is now. Dr. House. He remembered him the most out of everything from his short time in the facility. 15 years old and confined to a prison that called itself a 'hospital'.
3 Years I spent in the gloom of that hospital under the cameras and the orderlies. And Dr. house. I don't know who wanted to be there less, me or him? It doesn't matter now though. But that's not true. If it didn't matter I wouldn't be writing it down right now. But why am I writing it down? And who is it important to? Those questions will have to wait. Sleep calls me.
~Sebastion Dame
|c| Izzy Muse 2008 All rights reserved