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UPDATE: I KNOW THE CHAPTERS ARE SHORT, IM LAZYYYYY

AUDIO TRANSCRIPT FOR PATIENT B-6

I wasn't ready for it when it happened. I thought I could handle him. I thought I could do it by myself. Now they think I'm insane. Funny isn't it? The moment they see you've had a little revelation they send you to an asylum. But of course, it was my doing, wasn't it? WASN'T IT? ARE YOU HAPPY THAT YOU'VE SCREWED ME OVER YOU LITTLE~

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I thought I knew the world. I thought I had a grip until the fatal night. I realized that my life, David's, and Micheals would never be the same. Of course, I knew it when the killer showed up, a peculiar porcelain doll who grabbed my neck and killed me.

They killed her. I woke up on a Saturday morning and I hugged her for the last time. My beautiful daughter. So beautiful. Her eyes shone like gold, hiding the knowledge of the worlds. No wonder people nowadays are dumb. Dumb as a doormat. I do believe all of the knowledge died with her. IT DID. I left her. I left her at home to get the freaking groceries. GROCERIES! She died when I left her. Not because of murder. But because her BiPap stopped working and her Cannula came loose. And I couldn't help the poor 6-year-old girl. I was a horrible mother. Horrible. And they say I went insane. I claimed that I was dead. That whoever killed my daughter killed me. But I killed my daughter, didn't I? That was when the horrible realization hit. I killed myself. I knew I was dead. I know I am. Yet, how can they see me? I want to be invisible.

But I don't get what I want. I WANT TO LEAVE. So when the day came, a porcelain doll showed up inside of my room, I decided to take a shot. To regain what I'd lost. To truly die, to see my loved ones again. The asylum I lived in wasn't very good at keeping people in, per se, more at keeping people out. No one wanted in, but everyone wanted out of it. The doors never quite closed, the guards never quite checked though our belongings enough, and the lights never quite worked, which gave the whole place an eerie and abandoned atmosphere. Which it was abandoned, in a sort of creepy way. No one bothered to check if the fire alarms worked, or if there were any safety hazards. The inmates had to do that ourselves. And contact with the outside was barred. Phones were taken away once you entered. Not like I needed any contact, but I still look and see if I receive any messages from my daughter on that phone. 

"Can I help you?" The soft voice unnerved me severely. I looked at the doll. "If I can help, I will, Mother Leah." That voice. That beautiful voice. 

"Pippa?" I ask, my heart filling with joy. My eyes teared up, I was swelling with love, then a kick to the stomach.

"No, Mother Leah. I am Liza. Can I help you, Mother?" 

"Oh, I, uh, thought it was a friend of mine. But I would like to help-"

"Getting Pippa back?" I look at the figure, confused. As if a porcelain doll would help me find my daughter. She was dead, wasn't she? I'd have to die to see her. Will this doll kill me? Questions raced through my head, and the doll smirked as if reading my thoughts. 

"It's easy. You have to let me in..."

Let a doll into my mind? I'd gone insane.

"What if you fail?" I ask.

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A silence fills the air for a long time.

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"You'll go insane..."

Publication Date: 07-15-2019

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