Patient #00341 Diary Entry 2:

NOTE: This entry was found at Don and Poppy's residence.

 

Property of Rosenhan Psychiatric Systems

The walls were grimey and padded with faded and stained thick material. Many days had been marked off on the wall in blue crayon. I tried to stand, but my legs were not working properly. Had I been drugged?

Footsteps approached from down the hall, and as they got closer, I could hear keys jingling on a chain. A slat on my door abruptly slid open, and cold, dark eyes stared at me in silence for a few seconds before the door unlocked and two large men in uniform came into the room. A smaller man followed behind, holding a clipboard and a pen. They stood there for a while as the smaller man started writing something down…

He finished writing and nodded at the men. Without a word, I was picked up by the men like a ragdoll, and taken down the hall to another area, blinding red lights above each doorway.

I was strapped onto a large, steel table… Terribly cold…

Help me…