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Hello welcome to see you. Are you here to find out more about me? well I'll be more then happy to tell you! My name isElisabeth Anne Turner common name but Hey I like it. it fits me, but you can call me Ellie, Beth, Dr. Elisabeth, Dr. Turner. witch ever I don't mind but if your working with me it's Dr. Turner. As I'm sure you can see, I am a female. I mean I wouldn't have these perfect breast if i wasn't. yes they are real. I was blessed with them considering I was a late bloomer. When I was murdered by my fellow workmates my age was 27 years old. Yes yes I look so young but you know I was also blessed with ageing gracefully.

My life may be sad but I find myself to like Girls. I will flirt with men and let them stare but I never touch. Only girls may touch me. and drawing, painting, sculpting, making jewelry, anything art. I love art. I love reading about it. seeing it making it. I love being a doctor, I aways wanted to when I was a kid. i would dress up as one and pretend i was helping people. I love movies. they are my third passion. I love all kinds. I love kind hearted people. I love doing peoples hair and make up. I love children. They are the blessings of of this word. I loved my son more then anything. yes a lez may have a son! he was 5 years old. I guess I just love the weird stuff. I've also found that I cannot stand when people piss me off. it bugs the living s**t out of me. I hate when parents hurt there child weather it's mentally or physical. It's wrong. I don't like the dark. there is something about it that bugs me. I hate when someone bothers me in my work. I may be lazy and flirty and have men do some work for me but it's only the paper work. I hate it with a passion. I'm not a fan of my family. they are dicks who have no family value. I never saw them. I don't like meat. no meat. no chicken fish pork beef nothing! i never have and never will. I don't like what happened to my son. that's another story. I've come to realize that my death was fate. All the doctors are still as they are with no change. they are not only hurting the new people of the building but the old as well. This is how I died. Those Dicks how dare they do that to me!!! I guess I deserved it since i gave signals and never did anything. but molesting be before torture how low can you get i mean the torture was bad enough they had to play with me! Well i guess i should tell you how it happened.

I was at the nurses office getting the paper work i needed on the patients i was to see today. i had to give them a check up to make sure there meds worked nicely and to make sure they were healthy and eating. Well i might have been wearing something that was a bit show off, but i can be proud of my self and how i look. anyway one of the men came up to be and grabbed my a**. of course I was going to say something.

I turned around and slapped him, but after I noticed something. he had blood all over his face and his clothes. I started to get a bit afraid and started to back away. he looked at me and smirked with an evil look in his eye. he fallowed me and said, "aww whats wrong Ellie? scared to be with a real man" I glared at him and told him to go to hell. When he charged I ran. I screamed and looked to see him chasing me. I was glad I was able to run in heels.

Well I kept running and I was trying to find a place to hide. I tried all the empty room and they all seemed to be locked. I started crying since he was gaining on me. I looked back and he had a crazed look on his face as if he was a patient in disguise. I wondered what the hell got into him. I wanted to hide.

I started to call for help. anyone that would but no one was around. i guess they were on the other floors. I finally found an unlocked door and i ran in side. I tried to shut the door but his foot blocked it. he turned on the light to show the medical room. I turned and saw thee others all covered in blood, smirking and the evil look in there eyes. I suddenly wondered what they did and who they killed to get that much blood on them and what would they do to me.

They corned me and I fell onto the medical table. My own in fact. and strapped me down. I started crying more pleading with them to let me go. I had work to do. I wasn't going to tolerate this at all. They grabbed a knife and i shutted up right a way. I whimpered as they started cutting off my clothes saying how they were going to make a women out of me. I wiggled and told them to go to hell.

I'm not going to go into detail of what they did. they molested me and then tortured me in so many wrong ways. I was screaming and crying. the pain was worse then anything i could imagine. I couldn't pass out they gave me something so I'd stay away and feel everything threw it all. I had lost my voice and they stopped for a few hours. when i got it back they started.

I died with my eye open and my body in a shamble and i felt every inch of my death until i finally shut down. I will never forget it.

There was a time that I wasn't a doctor. I was born in a barn. My cheep a** father wouldn't take my mother hospital. so what did she do she began walking. that actually helped with the pain she felt but she couldn't make it much and some kind man who was walking from his small barn saw her. she begged for help and he led her in the barn. he helped my mother. my father caught up after he heard my mother screaming in pain. when he got there i was born no thinks to him. they were now parents of a baby girl.

though it was amazing i was healthy since my mother did drugs and my father hit her. it was amazing i was even born. My parents weren't really happy. as soon as my mother was rested she got up and walked out while the farmer was helping me. he had to chase after her and hand me to her. yes that b***h just got up and walked out; my father had left hours before her. she just thanked him and carried me half assed to the house with me crying the whole way. she just plopped me on the couch when she got home as well.

the farmer must have been worried about me because a medical staff was at the door about 20 minutes later. they took me and my mother to the hospital where they found out she was stoned off her a** and she didn't even remember giving birth to me she just remembered pain and water coming from her and waking in a barn. the doctors weren't to happy and they forced her to name me. hint my name. after all that they sent us home it wasn't like they could do anything. this was the beginning of my life

your wondering how i know this right? well when i got older i forced my parents to tell me plus the nice farmer told me allot too. I grew up in redneck ville. there were so many hicks and drug addicts and all of the rest of the scum. the man that delivered me was the only nice guy. he was responsible for allot of my up bringing. my parents were the worst of the worst. they would forget about me, feed me moldy stuff, father beat me if i was in his way, and not buy me even the basic needs. i spent allot of time in the hospital thanks to them as well; was around so much drugs.

this went on till i was able to get a job witch was about 14. i been busting my a** since then. i had a goal and that was to get the hell out of there. i saved money and then spend the rest to get me food and cook it. the only time my mother or father bought food was when they were hungry; and it was mostly take out. i mean i wouldn't have been in school if it wasn't for the farmer. though I was much more independent then allot of kids.

I had friends in school growing up. this helped me allot as well since i spent allot of time with up till 12th grade. then we graduated and i got a full scholarship to three schools of my choice. I chose the farthest over; north. I told Mr. Jensen (the farmer) I'd write to him and everything then i packed up and leaded to my collage. i used the money i saved since i was 14 to get a car witch helped; plus Mr. Jensen slipped allot of money in my bag when i hugged him. once there i got two jobs and paid for everything i needed all threw collage. I worked my a** off and took as many classes as i could.

though some where threw collage i met a really nice girl and we dated for a year. I always wanted a child so i could give another person my love other then my new girlfriend. she had moved in with me and i had gotten a sperm donor. well 9 months later and me just turning 22 I had my little boy,Brendan. I had never been so happy. when he came home my world felt complete. I took as many online classes as i could; yes i was taken classes up till he was born. my girlfriend helped me. it was a great life; well until she broke up with me a year later and moved out.

I still did what i had to do i went to school worked and took care of Brendan. I became a doctor when he was 4 and i was 26. that was the best since i now could move into a better place and keep raising my son. I had help from baby sitters and i had started working at Star Cross Hospital. it was a nice place and was close to my home so i could get home on time to tuck Brendan into bed after making him dinner. I was a Medical Doctor there; always fun (sarcasm). this meant allot of long days but had flexible hours.

My world crashed down a year later when Brendan died. i lost my hole world at that moment. we were taking our walk we always took when i was off and some drunk driver came out of no where and smashed into us. Brendan was killed instantly and i had a few broken bones and a head wound. but i had another wound nothing could heal but time. the driver got cuffed and sent to trial. he was found guilty but seeing the man who killed my son but hate and anger into my heart as well. i loved watching him die. After all that I lost my self in my work.

After that I began working with patients and doing your basic medical stuff. I would stitch up people who got hurt, I preformed surgeries, mostly worked in ER. I made sure all the people coming into the hospital that was bloody or hurt got better fast and right. I treated them as if they were the ones I loved. Not one of my patients ever had a problem with me. I worked fast and well. It was hard taking care of children though but i pushed it aside and got it done.

But don't let that get in the way of our friendship. I'm really respectful. I'm kind hearted and loving. i don't trust very well though you can't blame me there. I can be flirty and sexual. i often flirt but i never give out. I'm motherly yet i have the mouth of a trucker mixed with a sailor. I will help anyone who is hurt no matter if it will hurt me in the end. that's just how i am. I have a really big temper and i have no problem beating the s**t out of you if you hurt me. I'm also very sarcastic.

Anyway, I have to go back to checking on my patients.