The doctors and nurses here are much more aggressive. They are quite uninterested in how we truly feel or our health. When I first arrived...
Category: Serial Stories
Protested Asylum 3: Dark Familiarity
The day after my incident, was the last time I saw my family for over 6 months. This dark and dank place is my home now. I have not seen or heard from any of my family since that day. It is as if...
Protested Asylum 2: Accident
It was rare, leaving our home. Even more rare that it was for pleasure. I remember...
Protested Asylum 1: Happiness
I was happy. Such a simple word, but I could feel it. Just over a year ago, I married a man my father had met during one of his trips into London on solicitor business. Mr. William Shaw was a man of good means and...