7:02 The news
Suddenly I could feel all my bones wake up and all the nerve endings in my body were shooting signals in my brain. An innocent murdered...Sile N'Bhroin...murdered by a Cleak? How foul and unnatural! Sister Sure-she-is turned to me in confusion. "David? What is the matter David?" "I am needed" I breathed. "I must stop him before he attacks another innocent life." "Who do you mean dear? You can't leave the hospital!" I leaped out of bed and grabbed the metal clip board hanging off the end of my bed. A transformation came over me as if I was no longer myself. No! Not David Brutus Casca anymore! "I am and always will be, SKETCHY DAVE THE THIRD, EARL OF WISCONSIN!" Sister Sure-she-is looked so taken back she could hardly stop me. "As long as there is evil in the world than goodness can conquer it, evil can never be destroyed, but it can always always be defeated! And as long as I am standing, bad people will not get away without me having to say something about it! All of my life I wanted to be something worth while, well Sister, now I can be! No one wants to live an ordinary life with ordinary circumstance. And if I have learned anything it is this, when asked whether I could be ordinary and live a safe healthy life, or be extraordinary and defy all obstacles risking death everyday of my life...well I choose death any day of the week. " The Sister looked at me and nodded. She was still and quite, thoughtfully taking in what she had just witnessed. "Than you will just have to stop him, and all evil doers. Good luck, and always remember who you are...who you were always meant to be. SKETCHY DAVE THE THIRD, EARL OF WISCONSIN!"
Sunday, May 6, 2012
1-5
5:00PM The white room
Ha ha ha ha, never fear bloggers, I didn't die, I mean really KILL MYSELF, KILL MYSELF? How unoriginal! No turns out I really wasn't on top of castle apartments, I got lost and was found on a stair master knocked out, apparently from a falling lamp...I have been in the hospital for about 5 hours now, well that is what the clock says anyway, considering I arrived at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the clock now says 5. Now, I wouldn't mention this except the numbers 5 and 1 have been coming up a lot since I have been in the hospital. I wonder for example I am in the 1rst room on the 5th floor, and I have been seen by Five people of medicine, but have only been visited by one person of the non medical stature, Sister Sure-she-is of course! And my life well...tis but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more...
7:00 pm
A very nice nurse, (who I am almost positive diggs me) turned the television on for me to watch. I had already had a good cry, I learned that my name is David today, David Brutus Casca the first. I am from England, and I have never once been to Wisconsin. When I was little my twin sister drowned, and I was apparently not the same ever since. The doctor thinks trauma and the imagination has caused my so called hallucinations. To be honest bloggers, I miss them...all I have wanted to do was help people, and all my helping was a lie the doctors think I could hurt myself or others when I am Sketchy Dave, and the pills they are making me take are not invisibility pills, but are to put an end to my silly imaginings. I would never be a hero, who wants that? All I wanted was to help people as a gentleman nothing more. When I looked up at the television I saw that the news was on, hmm nothing interesting except...
Ha ha ha ha, never fear bloggers, I didn't die, I mean really KILL MYSELF, KILL MYSELF? How unoriginal! No turns out I really wasn't on top of castle apartments, I got lost and was found on a stair master knocked out, apparently from a falling lamp...I have been in the hospital for about 5 hours now, well that is what the clock says anyway, considering I arrived at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and the clock now says 5. Now, I wouldn't mention this except the numbers 5 and 1 have been coming up a lot since I have been in the hospital. I wonder for example I am in the 1rst room on the 5th floor, and I have been seen by Five people of medicine, but have only been visited by one person of the non medical stature, Sister Sure-she-is of course! And my life well...tis but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more...
7:00 pm
A very nice nurse, (who I am almost positive diggs me) turned the television on for me to watch. I had already had a good cry, I learned that my name is David today, David Brutus Casca the first. I am from England, and I have never once been to Wisconsin. When I was little my twin sister drowned, and I was apparently not the same ever since. The doctor thinks trauma and the imagination has caused my so called hallucinations. To be honest bloggers, I miss them...all I have wanted to do was help people, and all my helping was a lie the doctors think I could hurt myself or others when I am Sketchy Dave, and the pills they are making me take are not invisibility pills, but are to put an end to my silly imaginings. I would never be a hero, who wants that? All I wanted was to help people as a gentleman nothing more. When I looked up at the television I saw that the news was on, hmm nothing interesting except...
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
My brush with DEATH
I raced away from castle apartments from the nunnery, from myself. Oh angels and ministers of grace defend me! Rain began to bounce off my skin and soak into my shoes. A sudden idea flew into my head like a fly into a light bulb. I didn't have to live in shame. I can live in honor, I will sacrifice myself as the Romans did with pomp and with triumph! I immediately turned back toward castle apartments, and if all went well, I who ever I am would never return.
I began to climb the stair to the roof of castle apartments, and one by one they came, never running out quickly enough. (I took the stairs because elevators are for the weak!) I began to see the top of the stair as my legs were just about to give out. when I pushed open the door to the roof, I ran to the edge. I t just wasn't fair I didn't understand...why? "Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it!" I screamed at the roaring thunder as it boomed back at me in defiance. I climbed up onto the railing meant to protect people like me, I sighed and breathed in just about to leap. "I kill'd not thee with half so good a will." I whispered and then...I was hit by lightening.
I began to climb the stair to the roof of castle apartments, and one by one they came, never running out quickly enough. (I took the stairs because elevators are for the weak!) I began to see the top of the stair as my legs were just about to give out. when I pushed open the door to the roof, I ran to the edge. I t just wasn't fair I didn't understand...why? "Thy life hath had some smatch of honour in it!" I screamed at the roaring thunder as it boomed back at me in defiance. I climbed up onto the railing meant to protect people like me, I sighed and breathed in just about to leap. "I kill'd not thee with half so good a will." I whispered and then...I was hit by lightening.
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