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The Eclectic Pen - St. Mary's Home for the Mentally Disturbed -Part 4-

By: Sky S. (Misa-Misa)   + 20 more  
Date Submitted: 9/29/2009
Last Updated: 9/30/2009
Genre: Horror
Words: 530
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I'm sorry that it took me so long to add more to the story. I have been loaded down with school work and have been receiving mass amounts of writers' block from it. I promise to upload more soon. Sorry... _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ellen. My name is Ellen. Sometimes I wonder what's happened to me, why I am here, then they tell me that it's okay, they just want to protect me from things that happen outside of these creamy walls. When they talk to me though, it's "Ethan, this.." or "Ethan, that.." The only one who ever calls me by Ellen is Alex. I appreciate it, though it's rather annoying when he also calls me Ethan. I don't know what this whole Ethan thing is about me, but I realise that maybe they are confusing me with someone else. Last year I was sent here, to this buttery room. One night I went to sleep, safe in my room and bed, and when I woke up I was here, in this strange room with it's yellow walls that appear to be made of sunshine. I kinda feel like I was cheated of something, but what it is I don't think I'll ever know. I get this funny feeling sometimes, like I'm not alone, almost as if I was being watched by someone to whom I am very close. When I get these feelings, I have strange memory lapses where I wake up later, not know how long I was asleep. That's when Alex calls me Ethan. It confuses me greatly. See, it wasn't always like this, in fact, I don't really remember much before my fourteenth birthday two years ago. I have little snippets of something, like my mother holding me outside, smiling and laughing, or playing with a dog. I have never had a dog though, nor have any of my friends. It's all rather distressing thinking about it. My family never writes to me, or calls, or visits so I never know how they are doing. In fact I don't remember much about them either. I can't really recall any of their faces or if they are even alive. I don't know their names, but I do have faint memories of them. It makes me feel like I am missing a piece of myself, but that can't be possible... Can it? Oh, well. Maybe I can get Alex to explain it to me sometime. Lately Alex has been preoccupied with something outside of the lemon-drop halls. Like he doesn't know how to control something, or how to stop something either. The same kind of thing happened when Maggie was not eating. It was always Maggie. Some thing's wrong, blame Maggie. Well I won't stand for it any more. Alex is my caretaker, and I won't let some delusional wench steal my only friend in this place. Tonight I'll sneak out of here and show that bitch what I think of her and her "problems." I'll show her who's supposed to have Alex. Not Maggie. Me. Ethan Soames. She'll never know why, but I want to see that infernal light fade from her eyes as she gasps at me. Oh, yes. I'll let her know who's in charge here.

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