Douglas Ramsey's Diary [17/18]

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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July 19/89

Going home. Mom better from cancer. Meds wearing 
off. 

July 22/89

I am getting my thoughts back. After my last entry 
in April, Dr. Lovell put me on different meds, and 
it was like I was dead. I didn't want to do 
anything, and Kerry told me when she visited me 
yesterday that I just like the dolls that she 
played with when she was little. She could lift my 
arms and they would just stay there. They wouldn't 
let her into the hospital, but she waited until my 
Dad came and he brought her in. She was discharged 
from the ward after she turned sixteen, and I think 
she's been living in the street since then. I asked 
her about it, but she didn't say anything. Dr. 
Wayne says that I was catatonic, and that it had 
something to do with a reaction to the meds. I 
think that Glenn and Dave did things to me. I have 
two small burn scars on my left hand that weren't 
there before, and my left wrist has a slashing scar 
across it. Also, sometimes I bleed now when I go 
the bathroom, and I didn't used to. I got out of 
the ward because Anne-Marie told Kerry who told Dr. 
Ellwood who told Dr. Wayne about something that 
happened to me. My Dad just thought I had taken a 
turn for the worse. Dr. Wayne got me another 
doctor, called Dr. Saviour. He is this bald guy in 
a wheelchair who came to see me when they got me 
out of the ward. After he left, I had these 
incredible dreams, and the Seeing started to go 
away. In one of them, I was walking though a museum 
with my Mom, my Dad and Dr. Saviour. He kept asking 
me if I wanted certain things. I wanted a computer, 
and I wanted books, but I didn't want some other 
things that I can't remember. Since that dream, I 
have been able to look at faces and not See things 
any more, but I can still work doors with the 
buttons instead of locks. I was able to watch TV 
for the first time in months, too. The ideas still 
come out, but now they come out slow enough that I 
can deal with them.  

July 24/89 

The doctor's name is Xavier, not saviour. More 
weird dreams. I don't need to write as much, now.