Douglas Ramsey's Diary [14/18]

by Benway

Warning: This story is not very nice, but then the 
world isn't very nice either. If want escape, read 
elsewhere. This story is not intended for children
of any age.

Some characters in this story belong to Marvel. 
Everything else belongs to me.


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April 19/89

I am now in a private room. I was in the basement, 
and I did not hurt myself. I fell asleep on some 
old newspapers behind the freezer, and when I woke 
up, someone was down there with me. I was really 
scared, but then this English voice said that he 
knew I was there. He sounded a bit like Eric Idle. 
I got out, and found this doctor sitting on a crate 
smoking a really bad smelling cigarette, with a 
book in his hand. He was hiding too, because I knew 
they were really strict about smoking here. I said 
something about this and he said something about it 
being insane that even the patients couldn't smoke 
in here when there was fuck all else to do. His 
name was Dr Ellwood, and he said that they had been 
looking for me. I couldn't say anything, and 
started crying again. Eventually I told him what 
happened. He said something nasty about Dr. Lovell, 
and then asked me to wait there. Then he left, and 
came back a moment later with some cans of Sprite. 
Then he took me out through another door I hadn't 
seen and asked me to wait in the hall and to trust 
him. He said that he didn't want his secret place 
found, and I said I understood. He left his book 
with me, and I stared reading it. It was an anthology 
about France called the Chained Duck and itw as kind 
of mean and sick, but funny. Then he came back 
with another doctor called Dr. Wayne who talked to 
me about what happened. They said that I would not 
be going back to the ward. Dr. Ellwood asked if I 
liked the book, and I said that I did. He then 
asked what I thought of it and I told him. He 
looked puzzled, and then said something like, "They 
don't teach  French before high school here, do 
they?". I looked at the book, It wasn't in English. 
I have never read a word of French in my life.