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tier 3
ptsd - general anxiety
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Jan 22, 2019 18:33:12 GMT
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CAULTON ASYLUM
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Post by CLARA ELIZABETH MYLES on Oct 24, 2014 2:42:14 GMT
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Of course, the doctors had used some big words to describe what she was going through but none of that mattered to her. All she knew was that the world felt unsafe, dangerous. She didn't know who to trust anymore. Why talk to anyone when she felt like no one could help her or keep her safe? It was all pointless. She didn't have anyone anyway. She's been alone for a long time now. She was no one's little girl. There was no one she even wanted to confide in or trust. So, she would stay to herself, locked away in her own little world.
Maybe she would spend more time out here on the grounds of this hospital. Maybe she would just sit here on the grass all by herself and not move ever again. She could just let the rain or the snow or the sun beat down on her until she withered away to nothing. Of course, no one would let her do that but these were the thoughts rolling around in her head as she sat staring off into space and picking at the grass.
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T open
O utfit: what are yo wearing
N otes: none
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down
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tier 5
nyctophobia - ocd
CAULTON ASYLUM
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Post by IMMOGEN SHANE IVANSON on Oct 24, 2014 19:03:10 GMT
 It was a gorgeous day out, the only time of day that she actually enjoyed. There had been times when Immogen would travel to the grounds and stay out until the lights came on. She would never do such a thing again. The last time that Immogen was walking through the ground, she had lost her way and was stuck in the dark with no way out. Eventually, the nurses and security guards found her in the fetal position in a pile of leaves, rocking back and forth, a blank look in her eyes. Immogen shuddered at the thought of being stuck outdoors without light again. She sighed heavily as the big metal doors opened and a ray of light hit her in the face. It felt warm on her skin. The sunlight was like a beacon of hope. Perhaps she would eventually be able to get over these fears of hers.
As she stepped out into the sunlight, Immogen noticed one of the hedges on her right wasn't cut straight. She tilted her head and walked over to it, pulling twigs and leaves as to straighten it out. Her palms were clammy and her cheeks began to crimson. The hedge needs to be straight... The hedge needs to be straight, she thought to herself as her hands flew through the greenery. Immogen took a step back and looked at the hedge once more. Better. Much better. The top of the hedge was now flush with the cement blocks that made up the railing. She sighed again and walked down the stairs. She walked back up. Back down. She did this ritual three times before placing her dirty hands in her pockets and walking off.
The grass was freshly cut and trimmed to perfection. Immogen smiled as she noticed a little girl sitting in the middle of the grass. What would it hurt to go up and make a new friend. Immogen had been lonely for some time, now that her only friend had moved to a new part of the building. They never saw each other any more. And frankly, Immogen was rather relieved. She continued her jaunt until she reached the little girl sitting in the grass. She sat down next to her and began playing with the blades of grass.
"Hello," she began, "I'm Immogen."
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tier 3
ptsd - general anxiety
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Jan 22, 2019 18:33:12 GMT
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CAULTON ASYLUM
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Post by CLARA ELIZABETH MYLES on Oct 25, 2014 1:48:01 GMT
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Out here, where it was still and quiet, she could almost imagine that the past couple of months hadn't happened at all. For just a brief moment, it felt like it used to when she would wander to the park and sit and draw for hours. She could look up at the trees around her and imagine herself sitting up on one of the branches, watching everyone below go about their business unaware that she was even there. That was how life was when it was "normal." Well, her brand of normal anyway.
Now nothing would ever be the same again and she had no idea how to cope so she just wasn't. She was locked away inside herself, protecting herself from the world the only way she knew how. But as she sat there, staring off into space, she was vaguely aware of movement around her. She didn't turn and acknowledge it but there was definitely the sounds of something moving the hedges nearby. A few minutes later, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Now it actually sounded like it could be more than one person; the sound of the footsteps was going up and down the steps over and over. And all this time, Clara just sat, eyes locked on the trees in front of her, idly twisting one of her bear's ears back and forth.
Someone sat down beside her now and spoke but the only response she gave was to flop down on her back in the grass and stare up at the sky. One arm rose slowly to point up at the clouds, lazily outlining the random shapes she found there. Her bear was safely and tightly tucked in the crook of her arm as she amused herself with her little game of tracing the cloud shapes with her finger. A content, half smile quirked up on her mouth as she cocked her head to one side, focusing on trying to figure out what the shape in this latest cloud looked like to her.
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T open
O utfit: what are yo wearing
N otes: none
C redit: template by Marv of A Thousand Fireflies
L yrics: Here By Me by 3 Doors Down
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tier 5
nyctophobia - ocd
CAULTON ASYLUM
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Post by IMMOGEN SHANE IVANSON on Oct 29, 2014 19:59:37 GMT
Immogen watched the young girl, and studied her a moment. She had with her a stuffed animal that she was holding onto tightly. The moment that Immogen spoke, the girl flopped onto her back and began to trace the shape of the clouds with her small finger. There was always a reason as to why people were put into Caulton. Immogen had hers, this young girl had hers too. Immogen simply sat there for a few moments and watched the girl trace the sky. A smile appeared across her lips as she watched. She had hoped she wasn't being strange. Come to think of it, everyone at Caulton Asylum was strange.
Immogen so badly wanted someone to befriend. She wanted someone she was able to talk to, to get to know. Someone she could feel comfortable with in the dark. It had been a long time since she had someone like that around. The only person that she felt comfortable with passed away the year before she was admitted to Caulton. After her friend had passed, she was left with people that never wanted her in the first place. Her parents were the type of people that had children to fill a void. All of their friends were getting married and having children. The worst part, was that her parents didn't even like children. They just needed one or two to make themselves look good. Immogen was always taken care of by a nanny. She was always alone, and in the light. Perhaps that was why she never liked the dark. There was no one there to comfort her when the monster in her closet began taunting her. Or the twin girls that lived under her bed during the evening hours.
Immogen looked at the sky and back at the young girl. She looked back at the sky and finally placed herself onto the grass, raising her arm to the sky. She looked at the girl and smiled.
"Do you see this one? It looks like a flower."
tag: CLARA ELIZABETH MYLES
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