Crookie
night of the living punk
Dear convalescence,
We would like to inform you that you have been officially accepted into Bluestone Hospital for the Mentally Ill. The trained professions wish you the best and most comfortable stay while you are at the facility.
You will be staying at the facility for as long as clinically prescribed; unfortunately, you will not be able to leave Bluestone under any circumstances, or receive any visitors for up to 3 months. Your living predicaments will be suited to your needs, and what is exposed to the patients will vary for person to person. However, mandatory weekly group meetings shall be joined by all patients.
Finally, you will be aquatint with a variety of medication, supplied by the doctors at Bluestone, to accommodate your mental well-being. Side-effects are always a risk, yet we shall assure your health will not be in danger.
We shall be expecting you tomorrow morning at 6 A.M.
You have been accepted into Bluestone Hospital for the Mentally Ill. That indicated that - yes - you are diagnosed with a mental disorder. Whether it being your parents or guardians or even yourself that wanted to throw yourself into this mental institute, you've achieved it.
But that's just the thing. This is simply a captive place where we're able to finally appreciate the freaks we've become. They keep us here just so that we won't "contaminate the outside world." All who has been checked-in to this place are just insane, little, crazy freaks, too intoxicated on their drugs to know what's reality anymore.
That's the gist of this place. Bluestone isn't really Bluestone. It's actually called TKAA - Containment Unit. Yes, Containment Unit. The patients here never really were "sick" or had an "illness" that needed to be cured; their memories were temporarily wiped, and and the medication the doctors gave them formed to their specific bodies and minds, giving them the impression that they had a mental illness to start with. Then comes even more medication. The doctors feed us dangerous drugs and substances, just to their amusement to see what it does to our weak and tired bodies. Patients at "Bluestone" are blank canvases, guinea pigs, used up out of their minds on countless drugs until they're all broken.
And, what do you do with a soiled canvas? You throw it out.
All test subjects are to be terminated by the end of their 3 month stay. Just simply thrown out, like nothing ever happened, and to be replaced by a new set of patients the next day. I don't know what happens to the families of those patients, but I'm sure it involves a lot of fake funerals.
We have to get out of here. We have to. We're not going to get caught in the flow of dead people walking. We're going to get out, and we're going to freaking win.
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