loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Life had become a very complicated thing. Her dreams had become very complicated. Her psychiatrist was adamant that they were just dreams. But she woke up in such pain. Woke up screaming. Her whole body ached.
She had been selected from a psych ward to take part in an exclusive case study. She couldn't pay for medication anymore, so she applied, and they took her on. They even gave her a doctor. Gave her money. Gave her whatever she wanted. All she had to do was take her medication. But the problem was, nothing was getting better.
Her name was Beatrice MacFarlane. Everyone growing up in the grouphome called her Bea. She remained mostly to herself. They made up stories about her and usually left her alone. Which was fine with her. She didn't care. As she grew up, her introvertism, began to develop into self hate. She began to cut. Something happened though, she stopped after graduating. That is she wanted to stop. But, the problem was, she couldn't. The depression wouldn't stop growing. That was when this miracle program started.
But the dreams wouldn't stop. She was locked in a cage screaming. She was strapped to a cold table being injected with needles. Her whole body felt sliced and diced and never put together again.
Bea jerked awake and held her side where unbeknownst to her they had injected her full of a serum that was connecting her with another test subject mentally. Her head was swimming and her vision was shit. She groaned stumbling around the hospital room. She wasn't at her house that she was allowed ot buy because they needed to screen her for a few days because of the lucid dreaming. She got out of bed and collapsed on the floor as alarms went off.
Several people rushed in and grabbed her lifting her up. She was dressed in a white gown. Her hair had been turning white, but she had not seen herself the last couple of days. She was usually a red head. She groaned. Leaning forward she emptied her guts onto the floor. One of the men cursed and gripped her as they continued to drag her down the hall muttering about stupid bitch.
She had been selected from a psych ward to take part in an exclusive case study. She couldn't pay for medication anymore, so she applied, and they took her on. They even gave her a doctor. Gave her money. Gave her whatever she wanted. All she had to do was take her medication. But the problem was, nothing was getting better.
Her name was Beatrice MacFarlane. Everyone growing up in the grouphome called her Bea. She remained mostly to herself. They made up stories about her and usually left her alone. Which was fine with her. She didn't care. As she grew up, her introvertism, began to develop into self hate. She began to cut. Something happened though, she stopped after graduating. That is she wanted to stop. But, the problem was, she couldn't. The depression wouldn't stop growing. That was when this miracle program started.
But the dreams wouldn't stop. She was locked in a cage screaming. She was strapped to a cold table being injected with needles. Her whole body felt sliced and diced and never put together again.
Bea jerked awake and held her side where unbeknownst to her they had injected her full of a serum that was connecting her with another test subject mentally. Her head was swimming and her vision was shit. She groaned stumbling around the hospital room. She wasn't at her house that she was allowed ot buy because they needed to screen her for a few days because of the lucid dreaming. She got out of bed and collapsed on the floor as alarms went off.
Several people rushed in and grabbed her lifting her up. She was dressed in a white gown. Her hair had been turning white, but she had not seen herself the last couple of days. She was usually a red head. She groaned. Leaning forward she emptied her guts onto the floor. One of the men cursed and gripped her as they continued to drag her down the hall muttering about stupid bitch.