Can you see?
- what I am
》》• I go by :: Aaliyah Thomas
》》• Been here since :: February 14th, 1988 ♦ Twenty years old
》》• Obviously I'm :: Female
》》• Why I'm here :: Patient
》》• Love em and hate em ::
》》• I'm perfectly normal :: I'm a pyrokinetic, meaning I can create and control fire.
- how do I look?
》》• tie it back:: Dark brown hair, straight but slightly frizzy, only a bit shorter than mid-back length.
》》• mask it away:: Dark brown eyes, round faced, full lips.
》》• measure me up :: 5'8"
》》• drag in the scale :: 130lbs
》》• find the straight jacket that fits :: Curvy, hourglass figure...a bit thick in the hip and thigh area, but overall a relatively normal sized (and beautiful if I do say so myself) woman.
- nothing's wrong with me
》》• I'm just a little :: schizophrenic...or so they say...
》》• Which means I'm :: crazy...they think I see and hear things that aren't real, but they are! Aren't they? The spirits, they are...But they call them hallucinations. And they say I have paranoid delusions...But the world IS ending and the government is responsible for it all...they know that I know that they know that I know and that's why I'm in here...they brainwashed my family and made them put me in here. Its quite depressing really...
》》• But other than that I'm :: fairly sweet and helpful. I like to help others and give them advice. I can never quite get it right though...'cause no one really wants to listen to me now that I have this label on me. I can be a bit apathetic too...I really do try to care. But its hard to care about people who stigmatize you.
》》• But I swear it's not me :: the "episodes", as the doctors call it, come and go on their own. No sort of true triggers unless some idiot nurse forgot to give me medication...without the medication they give me, I can get really anxious and agitated because the truth is scary and the spirits can get overwhelming. It makes me confused and angry...and when I get angry, I like to start fires. The medication, they say, stops me from seeing the spirits and feeling so paranoid...so I guess they aren't real afterall. But even then, the medicine doesn't always work and they come back...and they always seem angry these days.........
- more to me than this
》》• They've had me locked up since :: maybe a month or two ago? I'm fairly new here...
》》• But even though it's not all bad, :: they let me have lots of pictures of cats since I love them, and I like hanging out outside (though they don't let me out for long). And I love cosmetics though they don't let me have it. Painting, however, they still let me do and I love it. I miss being able to be with my friends...but they don't visit so I guess they weren't really my friends...
》》• It can still seem like that :: I hate, hate, HATE the needles. And the pills. And the closed-in cell (I'm not a rat!). And the condescending nature of these doctors and nurses.
》》• You can usually find me :: either talking to the spirits, trying to talk to the other patients, or painting. I used to love taking care of cats until they took them all away from me...
》》• Everyone has a story :: mine is a rather depressing one. I grew up in the U.S. with a relatively normal family and I was pretty happy. My mother used to tell me all sorts of stories about spirits and what they told her about the world around her. She called it clairvoyance, but my father called it crazy. Soon, when I was around five or six, he left us to chase after some younger, "saner" woman and I hadn't heard from him since. But my mother was fine with it, or so she seemed. She said the spirits already told her he was going to leave her years ago and she had already come to terms with it. I went to school and had fun with my friends...that is...until I started to see the spirits too when I was fourteen years old. The teachers said I was making up imaginary friends, my friends started to get scared, and the counselors said it was because of a split family. My mother said I inherited a gift.....but I said it was something wrong with me. Seeing and hearing things others can't see isn't normal...is it?
These "spirits" made my life progressively worst. They told me "truths" about the world, making me skeptical and fearful of everyone around me. It was hard maintaining relationships with any people...they all left like my father did to my mother. Both my mother and the spirits told me this was the consequences of having a gift like this. At first I thought maybe I was going crazy...but soon I began to accept these spirits as being real. I tried going out in the streets to tell everyone the truth, but I just got locked up in jail for disturbing the peace. When I was eighteen, my mother killed herself. She left a note telling me that she couldn't take the loneliness of her gift anymore and hoped I could be stronger. That was when my aunts got ahold of me. They made me go to doctors, saying they didn't want the same thing that happened to her happen to me. And when my pyrokinetic abilities surfaced, it made them fearful of me. One day, I got angry and burnt down one of their houses...because of course the spirits told me I should 'cause they were scheming against me...And that's they sent me here to this asylum...Oh well...
- I'm not crazy, it's just the way KiMeepKi made me
