I'd like some critique on this horror piece I just finished. ^^
Day 1, June 19th, 1999,
I was locked away today, the cops finally found me. I knew one day I would have to face my crimes, but I didn't think it would be so soon. I was kinda shocked with what they decided to do with me. I was supposed to go to jail for three crimes of murder, instead they put me in a mental hospital. I suppose that it has to do with me having Multiple Personality Disorder and being Bipolar. I just guess that they thought my mental illnesses were the causes of my murders. They locked me up in a small room with a bed and a table. One of the nurses has been very kind to me, he asked me to write down my thoughts in this notebook instead of screaming and yelling, like I used to do when I was younger. I was diagnosed with my mental illnesses when I was only six years old. I used to be a happy kid, until my mother noticed things were starting to get more violent, I guess you could say. My anger was one of a normal persons, until it started to get bad. I used to hurt things when I got very mad. My mother decided something was up with me and took me to a therapist, who was the one who diagnosed me with these illnesses. It seems to be getting late, and my eyes are feeling heavy. I'll continue this some other day.
Day 4, June 23rd, 1999,
I didn't have the chance to write for three days. My thoughts began to consume me so much that I even lost track of time. I just sat, stared at the wall, and let my thoughts run wild. I thought about my murders mostly, how cleanly I was able to comit them. I had stumped the police for a while, because they didn't find me until three days ago. I'm just assuming all of this, but it seems like the most likely of things to happen. I've also had more thoughts to kill people again, I don't want to be like this, but something in my head just tells me to. I won't be satisfied until I do it, and if I don't do it I'll go even more crazy than I already am.
Day 10, June 29th, 1999,
I'm going even crazier than I've already been, I need to kill someone. I need to feel my blood rushing, I need to feel blood on my skin. Not my own, but I'm afraid that I've already shed some blood. You see, I've been scratching my arms furiously, not stopping until I see my skin bleeding. It gives me some satisfaction, yet it's not enough. It's not the same satisfaction that I would get for killing a person. When I kill people I feel at peace, to say the least. I feel something that I don't get from anything else, and it's kinda of hard to explain. However, I do know one thing, if I don't kill someone soon I will.
Day 40, July 29th, 1999,
They won't let me around knives. I tried to ask the nurse that give me this notebook for a knife, but he told me no right away. I want a knife so bad, I want to get out of here so bad. It isn't doing any good for me, it's doing more harm. I know that they put me in here just so I don't harm anyone, but I am going to get out. I know it, they can't stop me. I have no clue when I'm going to escape, but I know that I will try. I hope that when I do all goes well. I have good luck, so I know I will.
Day 48, August 7th, 1999,
They let me talk to other people now. I only have been talking to one person though. I trust her to keep my secret. My secret of trying to escape, she swore to her life that she would. She told me that if she didn't then I had the full right to kill her. I told her I would never do that, because I consider her as a friend. She's the only friend that I've had in a while. I finally figured out how to escape, and now I just have to go over my plan. Then I will finally act it out.
Day ???, 1999
I sure am going to miss this place. I've made a lot of memories here, not that they were good or anything. They are just memories to keep forever. The only good memory that I have of this place is the only friend I have. She sure is a sweet girl, she was only here for suicide watch. I don't know how such a sweet person could be compelled to kill themselves, but yet again there is a lot of things I don't understand. She helped me get some of the items for my escape, and I couldn't have been happier. I have all my items ready, and I'm ready to go. I want to mark my final departure in this notebook, and if I ever become historic I want the people to know my descent into madness. I think I should put this plan into action now. I think I've wrote enough for my end. To whoever is reading this, try to find me again. I dare you.
A notebook found by the police after the patient who wrote this disappeared from our hospital. We don't know who the nurse was, but we do know that they had no authority to give this patient a notebook. Patients should not be given any outside item except for food, just for future references. As of 2016, the patient is still roaming free. We have not found them yet, or found any traces. Please stay safe, and if you spot any citizen that fits the description we have posted up please contact us.
I was locked away today, the cops finally found me. I knew one day I would have to face my crimes, but I didn't think it would be so soon. I was kinda shocked with what they decided to do with me. I was supposed to go to jail for three crimes of murder, instead they put me in a mental hospital. I suppose that it has to do with me having Multiple Personality Disorder and being Bipolar. I just guess that they thought my mental illnesses were the causes of my murders. They locked me up in a small room with a bed and a table. One of the nurses has been very kind to me, he asked me to write down my thoughts in this notebook instead of screaming and yelling, like I used to do when I was younger. I was diagnosed with my mental illnesses when I was only six years old. I used to be a happy kid, until my mother noticed things were starting to get more violent, I guess you could say. My anger was one of a normal persons, until it started to get bad. I used to hurt things when I got very mad. My mother decided something was up with me and took me to a therapist, who was the one who diagnosed me with these illnesses. It seems to be getting late, and my eyes are feeling heavy. I'll continue this some other day.
Day 4, June 23rd, 1999,
I didn't have the chance to write for three days. My thoughts began to consume me so much that I even lost track of time. I just sat, stared at the wall, and let my thoughts run wild. I thought about my murders mostly, how cleanly I was able to comit them. I had stumped the police for a while, because they didn't find me until three days ago. I'm just assuming all of this, but it seems like the most likely of things to happen. I've also had more thoughts to kill people again, I don't want to be like this, but something in my head just tells me to. I won't be satisfied until I do it, and if I don't do it I'll go even more crazy than I already am.
Day 10, June 29th, 1999,
I'm going even crazier than I've already been, I need to kill someone. I need to feel my blood rushing, I need to feel blood on my skin. Not my own, but I'm afraid that I've already shed some blood. You see, I've been scratching my arms furiously, not stopping until I see my skin bleeding. It gives me some satisfaction, yet it's not enough. It's not the same satisfaction that I would get for killing a person. When I kill people I feel at peace, to say the least. I feel something that I don't get from anything else, and it's kinda of hard to explain. However, I do know one thing, if I don't kill someone soon I will.
Day 40, July 29th, 1999,
They won't let me around knives. I tried to ask the nurse that give me this notebook for a knife, but he told me no right away. I want a knife so bad, I want to get out of here so bad. It isn't doing any good for me, it's doing more harm. I know that they put me in here just so I don't harm anyone, but I am going to get out. I know it, they can't stop me. I have no clue when I'm going to escape, but I know that I will try. I hope that when I do all goes well. I have good luck, so I know I will.
Day 48, August 7th, 1999,
They let me talk to other people now. I only have been talking to one person though. I trust her to keep my secret. My secret of trying to escape, she swore to her life that she would. She told me that if she didn't then I had the full right to kill her. I told her I would never do that, because I consider her as a friend. She's the only friend that I've had in a while. I finally figured out how to escape, and now I just have to go over my plan. Then I will finally act it out.
Day ???, 1999
I sure am going to miss this place. I've made a lot of memories here, not that they were good or anything. They are just memories to keep forever. The only good memory that I have of this place is the only friend I have. She sure is a sweet girl, she was only here for suicide watch. I don't know how such a sweet person could be compelled to kill themselves, but yet again there is a lot of things I don't understand. She helped me get some of the items for my escape, and I couldn't have been happier. I have all my items ready, and I'm ready to go. I want to mark my final departure in this notebook, and if I ever become historic I want the people to know my descent into madness. I think I should put this plan into action now. I think I've wrote enough for my end. To whoever is reading this, try to find me again. I dare you.
A notebook found by the police after the patient who wrote this disappeared from our hospital. We don't know who the nurse was, but we do know that they had no authority to give this patient a notebook. Patients should not be given any outside item except for food, just for future references. As of 2016, the patient is still roaming free. We have not found them yet, or found any traces. Please stay safe, and if you spot any citizen that fits the description we have posted up please contact us.
