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Note MeI feel old. 30 years old and I feel like I am older. Why am I complaining? I am alive and that is all that matters. Today was no picnic though, I came to learn something... unsettling. I thought the Watcher had been jerking me around when she told me the cameras loved me and the people at home got a kick out of my insanity. Surely this place has to be an elaborate mind trip and due to the doctors screwing with my medicine.
That isn't the case... but for the sake of completion and less questions later, let me start at the beginning... I want to make sure I keep things straight because without my medicine, I know I will start to lose my mind... and memories.
My name is Mary Smith, but everyone calls me Alexandra or Xan for short... Long story and I won't go into it now. I was a housewife, been married since 2004 to the young man of my dreams. We had been high school sweethearts so I thought we would always be together. I haven't been well in a long time, delusional and... well... suicidal since age 5. At least I got my mental illness fairly, both of my parents are crazier than 2 fat rats in an outhouse and thinking it's the Buckingham Palace. They split when I was 5... a violent split and neither wanted me. Father didn't want me because I wasn't male, Mother because I was proof she had kids. I got the short end of the stick. I didn't have friends so I created them, normally imaginary friends go away when a kid grows up, not mine... they still are here and talking to me. Back to my twisted tale, I grew up... not the most loved kid but I survived enough. I will be honest, I am not intelligent or even a fairly good artist but art is my only passion outside of my husband. Most importantly, especially now, I was a survivor. I just could figure out how to endure in the face of trouble. I met my beloved and he took me into his life, knowing how damaged I was. He said he realized my mind was half gone was when I was in the kitchen, fighting an invisible assailant with a knife. That landed me in my first trip into the hospital. Doctors took a month of poking, prodding, and experimenting with chemicals to reach the conclusion there was little they could do for me. The drugs for one condition would aggravate another, the ones for that one yet another, and again just the same. I would list all the prognosis and diagnosis but this isn't a medical journal but a personal one. They released me back to my husband under the strictest orders that I be kept as stress free as possible... and away from people. I still heard and saw things that I know weren't there but I was able to handle them most of the time. Years passed and 2011, I was hit by another bad spell of severe hallucinations. It was so bad that I was waking, covered in cuts and bruises that I had no explanation for and I promise you, it wasn't my husband's doing. I was going back into another trance when my husband informed me he was taking me to the hospital. Last thing I remembered was staring out the car window, telling him I would get through this soon and be back to him.
I woke up on the Island... that is all it's known as, Improbable Island. Apparently it exists somewhere outside of the timeline I know... outside of the reality I know even. I was nude, dirty, and bruised... not a great way to wake up. I wasn't overly startled though, I was sure this was just a drug induced mind trip. I still had my glasses and wedding band so that part was odd, normally in my trips, I can see clearly and the ring... well I never had the ring. I went into the nearest town and everything was explained to me so fast that my mind couldn't grasp it outside that this world was a strange one. I saw the oddest people... humans who were as lost and naked as me, midgets with foul mouths and fouler tempers, kind hearts zombies, melodramatic mutants, curious robots, playful cat-people known as Kittymorphs, and the creepily amazing Jokers... and everything else in-between. I fought in the jungle, taking on odd monsters... like sentient toasters and my own tongue. I went to the museum and learned there had been a great disaster. I will continue in my next entry, I think Joe's coffee is coming back up on me.
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