Murphy flashed her eyes open looking at the ceiling. The pastel colors of the room was always unsettling. She sat up rubbing her bloodshot eyes, she always sedated and lethargic. She was tired of the counseling, the different therapies and medical treatments, the medications. She was fucking sick of all of it. Her life had turned to shit over eight months ago. She had been living in an apartment with a couple of her girlfriends going to a local university studying zoology when she started becoming unstable. At first it was nightmares, she would wake up shrieking, frightening her friends as they comforted her.<br/><br/><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div><br/><br/>The nightmares continued as well as sleep walking. She had gotten arrested for going into a convenient store, opening a half gallon of chocolate milk and just drinking it and eating snack cakes and when the employee tried to talk to her and get her to pay she lashed out attacking them. No charges had been pressed as she had no previous criminal record, just a psychological evaluation which discovered nothing. From there she had moved back home and taken a break from schooling. Her episodes continued until she was in a car crash and had violently lashed out at her own parents, being very violent and animals like. They had committed her to an expensive private psychiatric institute. After four months they had diagnosed her with Schizophrenia and a personality disorder. She had even consented to shock treatment which was done more ethically than in horror movies, just wanting to try anything to go back to being normal.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.giphy.com%2Fmedia%2F1aAT5an4Qkago%2Fgiphy.gif&amp;hash=16c4ec9ef872fd2328d8d2200253a69c" title="giphy.gif">
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</div><br/><br/>Nothing had seemed to help and she continued to randomly have episodes and nightmares and hallucinations. They sedated her so most of the time she wasn’t even coherent. When she was coherent she was eating, reading or watching Netflix on her laptop just enjoying the moments of normalcy. That was until she started researching and had discovered and exorcism had been done on a younger Filipino teenager by a man named John Constantine. She had discovered an underground website by deeply searching about paranormal, that led her to a local news website, but about news that wouldn’t be posted publicly.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=http%3A%2F%2F68.media.tumblr.com%2Ftumblr_m63tzzt3Ul1r0wmzgo3_500.gif&amp;hash=05dc98aba4c89fc7ceeafa26f90318b2" title="tumblr_m63tzzt3Ul1r0wmzgo3_500.gif">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>She had tried to search as much as she could about the older man. She had just found medical records and that he had lung cancer. For some reason she thought he might be able to help her and she staged an escape to get out of the hospital. She had deliberately spit out her medicine and pretended to sleep and when the nurses did their rounds she carefully and quietly took the stairs exit. Luckily security didn’t get to her and she was able to break free.<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2F68.media.tumblr.com%2F08cb97b66b44d074acbd96510543f984%2Ftumblr_olqkgpdbxt1sb30yoo1_500.gif&amp;hash=565884812f8311565991a51a53e24eed" title="tumblr_olqkgpdbxt1sb30yoo1_500.gif">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>She looked like a mess, bloodshot eyes, shadows underneath, her hair was clean but not very tame, her waves were a little tousled. She had bruises all along her arms, scars from self mutation [ apart of the episodes], she had a hospital band on both arms. She was clad in<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fpicture-cdn.wheretoget.it%2Fmn5ktq-l-610x610-quality%2Brivets-blogger-cardigan-grey%2Bt%2Bshirt-black%2Bleggings-high%2Bconverse-t%2Bshirt-leggings-shoes.jpg&amp;hash=aa56691f010aaa3ab1e6671324573f97" href="http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/mn5ktq-l-610x610-quality+rivets-blogger-cardigan-grey+t+shirt-black+leggings-high+converse-t+shirt-leggings-shoes.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">black leggings, old converse shoes, a hospital tee with the logo and a cardigan</a>. The night city air was a little breezy. She had headed downtown on foot and was able to track his address with her phone. She had turned it off knowing by now they might know she had left. She was positive police would be on the look out assuming they thought she had another episode. She entered the old apartment building and took the old stair casing up to his floor. This place looked run down. She came to his door and was hesitant to knock, not even sure what she would say. She eventually knocked loudly on the door exhaling.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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</div><b><span style="font-size: 18px">You wanna know why I like the pain, you say?</span><br/>
<b><span style="font-size: 18px">There's some sick part of me thankful for the hate, I..</span></b><br/>
<span style="font-size: 18px">I stay positive and I.. I push forward, ya see?</span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 18px">I.. I gotta do the right thing for my family!</span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 18px">So I smile and I say that the world is just fine, as these fucking parasites eat up my spine,</span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 18px">So I ask you once, and I ask you again:</span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 18px">Where do your roots start..</span></b>​</div><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 18px">And where do your roots end?</span></b>​</div>