Elizabeths Backstory For Winfrey (twinfrey2000.kennedystudent2013@blogger.com)

Ashley Renkor

Everything was the same. Same walls. Same people. Same insanity. I'm Elizabeth Hope. I've spent my whole life in a mental institution. All I remember was when my parents, Leah and Nikolai, dropped me off somewhere and never came back. I don’t remember my childhood much. The one thing… I remember it the best… It was the last time I ever saw my brother and sister… Anzi, Aleks and me. We were all playing and through the faded memories all I see is me pushing Anzi because she wouldn’t let me play with her. Aleks started crying. I was put in mine and Anzi’s room. I started throwing everything everywhere. I then fought through the door and pushed my parents who were three times my size. I went back to Anzi and pushed her more. She pushed back in response. I don't remember the first day I was there. My parents put me into a mental institution^[a]. I grew up there. Its all that I knew. I mean while my brother, Aleks, and sister, Anzi, grew up with loving parents and a loving home, when all I had were the other children who were as “crazy” as I was. My parents though I only had anger problems but as a couple months went by, the doctors there  started to realize that there was more than just that. I would become other people. I would black out and turn into another person. After that I realized being here was pointless, getting better was pointless. I let my emotions take over me. I didn't care anymore because I didn't see the fact of me ever getting better.

After I started heading into my teenage years, I started fighting back. I was always locked into solitary. I liked it better though. People were very irritating and they never understood me. Well there was this one girl, Melissa, who honestly I could say was the one who understood me, not even the doctors got a clue. We were inseparable the more and more we talked as I spent less time in solitary. There was nothing like her. She explained to me that I had the same thing she did. Multiple Personality Disorder. I had no idea what that was. I asked her and she looked at me confused, this was my first encounter at what exactly we had. Melissa asked me who I was and I looked at her, “What?” She didn't understand where she was, who she was, or who I was. Moments after I asked her the simple question of her name, she freaked out. I backed away and then the two huge guys always standing by the door took her away. That was the last time I ever saw her. As I sat in the chair that was in front of the one she sat in, I stared blankly. After this I knew that people were always going to start leaving me behind. Making me fall for their stupid lies of them actually caring and after awhile I stopped caring. I stopped feeling the emotions. I didn't want to hurt like this anymore. The less I cared the more I blacked out. I couldnt remember anything anymore and I could feel myself spiraling out of control down a path that was called The Black Path to something something, as they called it at the institution. I didn't understand where I got all this. I mean I was perfectly fine when I was a kid and all of the sudden I completely changed. I fell into a hole that I don't even remember falling in. Just nothing was ever the same anymore. And whatever was happening, I didn't like it. After she left, that's when I started spending more time in solitary, again. I hated everyone, except for Melissa, but when she left, I honestly didn't know what else to do.

After a couple years, I never spoke to anyone. I wasn’t even in the lounge anymore. Every time I was sent back there to socialize, I caused trouble. I isolated myself from everyone. From everything. There were always my moments where i blacked out and ended up in our infirmity. I learned that i gained a little personality. Her name is Katie. She's 5 years old. The doctors said that she's probably caused by my lack of childhood and how my parents left me. I don’t think that’s true. Doctors here are always making things up for us, just to keep us here as long as possible. But one thing that definitely kept me here was when I changed into someone that I never saw again. There was one day I was just relaxing for the once in the lounge with the others and I was watching the old woman in the corner. She’s been here for as long as I’ve been here, probably more, but for what I had no clue. As I sat there, i started to get really angry as I looked into her features, as I watched her movements. I black out. I don’t know what happened. The moment I come back to reality I’m being pulled off the old woman by the two guards dressed in white. What did I do? I look down at her and she's beaten bloody. My eyes widened as I was pulled away and locked away in solitary for the hundredth time.

I was told after months of the investigation of my case that I started acting like her husband, who was years passed dead. But where the fucked up part comes in is that her husband ended up to be her brother who forced her into marriage and sexual activity and it drove her into schizophrenia. She went completely nuts and after he got sick and tired of it, he started to beat her senseless and lock her up in his basement of their childhood home. I guess from watching her so intensely I started to feel like him. Katie and that woman’s husband were my only outbreaks I was told about. Although I think that I'm crazier than they think I am.

But 16 years after my first day, at 4 years old, I was finally let out for being “sane enough” to be back out into the real world. I don’t know why they sent me out here, I’m most definitely not sane.

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