Post by JANE ELIZABETH HAMPTON. on Jan 9, 2010 0:36:28 GMT -5
THIS IS WAS WRITTEN BY JANE. SHE DOES NOT TALK.
* FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
and if you let go, then i'll let go tonight.[/center]
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"i.. i can’t.. really tell you anything. i mean.. alright. my name’s um.. what? oh, jane. jane elizabeth hampton. i think.. i’m sorry if i make mistakes while writing this.. um. yeah. i’m jane.. just jane. i’m a girl. that’s one thing i’m sure of and uh.. i think i’m fifteen years old? mhm, that makes sense. i don’t.. really.. know anything. and.. i don’t know why either. i’m just.. me. i’m jane. i don’t even know if that’s really me. all this is just what the hospital told me, really. truth is i don’t really.. remember anything until now. i’m not sure of everything i’ll tell – or well, write to you. so i’ll try to base this on what i’m sure of. but there’s really not much that i’m sure of. except from the fact that i’m a girl. i don’t really um.. talk. well, i do, but only under certain circumstances, according to the doctors. so i guess we could say that i’m mute. i don’t really like being around others. i mean, i’m sure they’re all great people. i just.. don’t feel comfortable. i’m a nervous person naturally. again, that’s what the doctors told me. i really do base my life on what they say because it is everything i have."
"um.. okay. so doctors said that basically, it’s like if i’m computer and that my memory had been completely erased. nothing was left, apparently. and i really don’t remember anything of my past or you know.. other things. um.. i mean, when i close my eyes and try to remember any little thing, it’s only a big blur. i can’t see anything. then, my head starts spinning and i feel like throwing up. it annoys me that i don’t even know myself. i mean, people usually remember certain things once you show them anything. but i don’t. whatever doctors make me see or make me smell.. i just.. i can’t. i don’t really have anything else, accoring to doctors. i just don’t remember anything about my past whatsoever. and.. to be honest, i don’t remember simple things such as what i ate this morning or what i did. neither how i was brought here. and i.. forget sometimes where i am. i’m scared. scared of everything, of everybody. it’s like if my memory had been filled with one huge event, but i cannot remember what that event is. and since it took all the place, my memory can’t register anything else. again according to the doctors, i’ve had flashes of some things before.. but it hasn’t happened in months now. i don’t even remember living those months. everything i do seems new to me. i don’t remember how to ride a bicycle, i don’t know remember what it feels like to be happy, or sad, or anything. the only emotion i know is scared. i’m.. always scared. i don’t know what to do. and that’s about it. i don’t take any medications. doctors say they don’t want to make any tests on me unless they have at least a small idea of what i have.. i just have to be patient, to wait. even though i honestly don’t know what those words mean.."
"i don’t.. like much things. um.. because i don’t remember anything? but.. right now, i think i like calm. yeah. i love it, in fact. i like to be alone, away from everybody to have a moment for myself where i can simply.. relax. is that even the right word? anyway. i also like calm music.. music that carries me into another world, music that makes me smile. i.. can’t remember any titles or artists right now. i just know that i like it. much. i like sweet things, sugar is so good. and people.. i like nice and caring people. like my doctors. they care about me and all their patients, i’m sure of that. other people just.. scare me. i don’t dislike them.. but i can’t like them either. it’s a strange feeling.. to me, it feels like i’m scared of them. um.. what else? i can’t really remember anything right now, sorry.. i’ll write it once i remember it. oh.. writing. i like that too.. it’s the only thing i have to communicate with others, after all. i don’t really.. hate.. or even dislike anything, you know? of course, i mean.. there are things i don’t really appreciate.. i’ve met.. um.. well, today, in fact, people who made fun of me.. i’m apparently kind of getting known around the hospital.. like everybody else.. i don’t like that either right now. i’m not comfortable here with all these people watching me and my every single move. i.. i feel like i can’t do anything.. i’m not free. even though freedom would scare me, i’m pretty sure of it. i.. i wouldn’t know what to do with all of it.. i would probably have one of those panic attacks.. it doesn’t seem pleasant.. they said i have had a few of them in the past.. i think it’s a good thing i don’t remember things like these."
"i.. i don’t.. have a family. i don’t have a past. i don’t have anything, except from the moment i’m living right now.. but even this will maybe be gone tonight, when i go to bed. i don’t know anything about myself. how am i supposed to know things about my past or family? it’s impossible. totally impossible. i wish i did, seriously. who’d prefer not knowing anything about themselves, their entourage or their life? nobody. except a few people. but i’m not one of those exceptions. if only i had a name, something, anything to work on.. maybe i could find out something, right? it would have to be written down.. otherwise i’d forget it.. and then, maybe we could find out who i am, where i come from, where my family is. but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing that comes to my mind. i know i have to be patient, to keep working with the doctors.. i just.. i don’t know what to do, where to search, or even what to search for.. i don’t.. i don’t even remember what i was doing before i came here. how stupid is that?! .. sorry.. i just.. i can’t. it’s too difficult. "
"i don’t.. know what else to say. i mean.. i don’t see anything else i could tell you. if you do.. then um.. tell me, i’ll try to answer my best.."
hey, my name is ANNIE.[/color] i have FIFTEEN[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for THREE YEARS[/color]. the password is SILICONE AND SALINE, POISON INJECT ME.[/color].[/font][/size]
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JANE ELIZABETH HAMPTON.
[/size] * FEELS JUST LIKE WE'RE LOSING CONTROL.
and if you let go, then i'll let go tonight.[/center]
TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"i.. i can’t.. really tell you anything. i mean.. alright. my name’s um.. what? oh, jane. jane elizabeth hampton. i think.. i’m sorry if i make mistakes while writing this.. um. yeah. i’m jane.. just jane. i’m a girl. that’s one thing i’m sure of and uh.. i think i’m fifteen years old? mhm, that makes sense. i don’t.. really.. know anything. and.. i don’t know why either. i’m just.. me. i’m jane. i don’t even know if that’s really me. all this is just what the hospital told me, really. truth is i don’t really.. remember anything until now. i’m not sure of everything i’ll tell – or well, write to you. so i’ll try to base this on what i’m sure of. but there’s really not much that i’m sure of. except from the fact that i’m a girl. i don’t really um.. talk. well, i do, but only under certain circumstances, according to the doctors. so i guess we could say that i’m mute. i don’t really like being around others. i mean, i’m sure they’re all great people. i just.. don’t feel comfortable. i’m a nervous person naturally. again, that’s what the doctors told me. i really do base my life on what they say because it is everything i have."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR MEDICAL HISTORY.
[/size][/font]"um.. okay. so doctors said that basically, it’s like if i’m computer and that my memory had been completely erased. nothing was left, apparently. and i really don’t remember anything of my past or you know.. other things. um.. i mean, when i close my eyes and try to remember any little thing, it’s only a big blur. i can’t see anything. then, my head starts spinning and i feel like throwing up. it annoys me that i don’t even know myself. i mean, people usually remember certain things once you show them anything. but i don’t. whatever doctors make me see or make me smell.. i just.. i can’t. i don’t really have anything else, accoring to doctors. i just don’t remember anything about my past whatsoever. and.. to be honest, i don’t remember simple things such as what i ate this morning or what i did. neither how i was brought here. and i.. forget sometimes where i am. i’m scared. scared of everything, of everybody. it’s like if my memory had been filled with one huge event, but i cannot remember what that event is. and since it took all the place, my memory can’t register anything else. again according to the doctors, i’ve had flashes of some things before.. but it hasn’t happened in months now. i don’t even remember living those months. everything i do seems new to me. i don’t remember how to ride a bicycle, i don’t know remember what it feels like to be happy, or sad, or anything. the only emotion i know is scared. i’m.. always scared. i don’t know what to do. and that’s about it. i don’t take any medications. doctors say they don’t want to make any tests on me unless they have at least a small idea of what i have.. i just have to be patient, to wait. even though i honestly don’t know what those words mean.."
HOW CAN WE ACCOMODATE YOU BETTER?
[/size][/font]"i don’t.. like much things. um.. because i don’t remember anything? but.. right now, i think i like calm. yeah. i love it, in fact. i like to be alone, away from everybody to have a moment for myself where i can simply.. relax. is that even the right word? anyway. i also like calm music.. music that carries me into another world, music that makes me smile. i.. can’t remember any titles or artists right now. i just know that i like it. much. i like sweet things, sugar is so good. and people.. i like nice and caring people. like my doctors. they care about me and all their patients, i’m sure of that. other people just.. scare me. i don’t dislike them.. but i can’t like them either. it’s a strange feeling.. to me, it feels like i’m scared of them. um.. what else? i can’t really remember anything right now, sorry.. i’ll write it once i remember it. oh.. writing. i like that too.. it’s the only thing i have to communicate with others, after all. i don’t really.. hate.. or even dislike anything, you know? of course, i mean.. there are things i don’t really appreciate.. i’ve met.. um.. well, today, in fact, people who made fun of me.. i’m apparently kind of getting known around the hospital.. like everybody else.. i don’t like that either right now. i’m not comfortable here with all these people watching me and my every single move. i.. i feel like i can’t do anything.. i’m not free. even though freedom would scare me, i’m pretty sure of it. i.. i wouldn’t know what to do with all of it.. i would probably have one of those panic attacks.. it doesn’t seem pleasant.. they said i have had a few of them in the past.. i think it’s a good thing i don’t remember things like these."
TELL US ABOUT YOUR PAST.
[/size][/font]"i.. i don’t.. have a family. i don’t have a past. i don’t have anything, except from the moment i’m living right now.. but even this will maybe be gone tonight, when i go to bed. i don’t know anything about myself. how am i supposed to know things about my past or family? it’s impossible. totally impossible. i wish i did, seriously. who’d prefer not knowing anything about themselves, their entourage or their life? nobody. except a few people. but i’m not one of those exceptions. if only i had a name, something, anything to work on.. maybe i could find out something, right? it would have to be written down.. otherwise i’d forget it.. and then, maybe we could find out who i am, where i come from, where my family is. but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing that comes to my mind. i know i have to be patient, to keep working with the doctors.. i just.. i don’t know what to do, where to search, or even what to search for.. i don’t.. i don’t even remember what i was doing before i came here. how stupid is that?! .. sorry.. i just.. i can’t. it’s too difficult. "
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE?
[/size][/font]"i don’t.. know what else to say. i mean.. i don’t see anything else i could tell you. if you do.. then um.. tell me, i’ll try to answer my best.."
THE MASTERMIND BEHIND IT ALL.
[/size][/font]hey, my name is ANNIE.[/color] i have FIFTEEN[/color] tracks spinning on my record. this is my FIRST[/color] character. i have been roleplaying for THREE YEARS[/color]. the password is SILICONE AND SALINE, POISON INJECT ME.[/color].[/font][/size]
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ILOVELEXVERYMUCH <33
