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Aneta LubochA Mental Patients HandbookYou consume to take your meds, the nurse told him.I dont like what they do to me. They make the static stop and everything goes quiet, Hayden replied. He grabbed his hair in the palms of his hands and made a fist, letting his frustration be visible.They admitted him into the psychiatrical hospital just less than a month ago. He was diagnosed with schizophrenic and hallucinogenic episodes. He started hearing the noises a couple months ago. They were whispers at first, thinly scratching against the insides of his brain but they eventually became clearer as if somebody was place a conversation right in social movement of him.He could non sleep and his head was like an old radio that never eject off. His eyes had sunk into his skull from lack of sleep to go along with his eyes, discolored mounds of cast begging for help. One night the voices led him to leave his apartment and tell on through town until they finally led him to the scene of r ape in progress. The voices had pleaded for his help, leading through a maze all the while relation him which turns to take. He was in an alleyway behind an old apartment multiplex and had heard the cries of a wo human being pushed up against the dumpster by a man forcing all his weight up against her.What are you doing? Get away from her he bellowed, Leave her aloneThe man turned around with a smile on his face and his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, an imitation of a serpent a real life devil in front of his eyes. He stared at capital of South Dakota and barked back, Better get out of present or youll regret it.He laughed and a gruesome noise break loose the mans throat sending chills down Pierres spine. He had never seen something such as this man. He was pure evil.Pierre char... ...had been walking around town, found this woman walking all alone, attacked her in the alleyway and then ran off is what the woman recalls. Something still didnt come along right in the womans head but she couldnt figure out what about the story was bothering her. With the only evidence the guard had being a shaky account of what happened that night, a story modify with holes from a woman who still seemed to be suffering from trauma of it all, they had no choice but to drop the charges. They knew the likelihood of him being found sheepish in a court law was even less that the likelihood of the existence of demons.Pierre continued hearing the voices and kept having nightmares and clawing at his systema skeletale covering his lungs until he would draw blood. Frustration consumed him. Fear of the unknown was alimentation him alive. The worst part of it all.. this was only the beginning.