Extracts from an Ancient Document

by Zoe Farris

This is a document that was found among artifacts in an ancient site. Some of the "instrements that were found are considered to be medical equipment. This document was translated by the best translaters in the field of Ancient studies. While dates and time have been recorded there is no indication of the year.


3rd Dec 8.11pm.

Dear diary

Well actually Dear substitute diary, as the one I had has gone missing, along with my pen. Luckily I had this small note book and another pen. Sorry your so small but Iím making sure no one finds you. Iíve told the nurse about the other one but nothings been done about it.

My leg is so sore. The doctors said that because it was broken in three places it would take longer to heal, and they said Iíll have to stay in hospital for several more weeks before I can go home, so long as nothing goes wrong. Three weeks has been bad enough but now Iím getting bored. Great, Iíll be in here for Christmas and New Year, and I wanted to go to the school dance party. Well it looks like I wonít be playing any sports for a while either.

Mum and dad come to see me today and mum doesnít look as worried as she did the day I was brought in here from the school excursion after falling from the cliff when my abseil rope broke. I guess Iím lucky it was just my leg that copped the worst of it. I think these pain killers are making me tiered. Oh well I canít do much else but sleep anyway.

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4th Dec. 6.45.pm

Dear Diary.

The pain killers are working ok, so long as I donít move my leg to much. Thereís three other girls in this room with me. One of them, Maureen, was in here when I arrived. The other two have came in last week. They all look about the same age as me but I donít know what their in here for. The nurse was in before to wash me, Iíll be glad when I can do that by myself. Itíll be dinner time soon so I might leave this for now. I hope mum remembers to bring batteries for my radio.

***

5th Dec 12.30pm.

Dear Diary.

Well Iíve found out that the girl opposite me is here because she had her appendices out last week and her name is Leana and sheís the same age as me, Twelve. Actually sheís five months older than me. She told me that the doctors are keeping her in hospital because she has an infection, but other than that she moves about ok. Anyway the other two girls are Maureen and Bethlea, I donít know whatís wrong with them yet, I havenít really talked much with them as theyíre both pretty sick still. Actually they took Maureen out of the room today but I canít see if theyíve done anything, oh well.

Oh, one of the ward staffís coming in to check on us, I better go, I havenít seen this lady before, and she just looked at me really oddly and she looks nervous.

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5th Dec. 7.15pm.

Dear Diary.

A really strange thing happened after lunch today. The lady that came in, the wardy, as I call them, she came over to me and as I was putting you away she leaned over and put her hand on you and whispered to me that I should not let anyone see you. She said that if any of the other staff saw me writing in a dairy or even on loose paper, they would take it from me. When I asked her why she said she couldnít tell me but she said to hide you even from the other girls in the room. So here I am writing as quickly as I can before someone comes in. It doesnít make sense to me but she was so nervous that I donít think she was saying it for fun. Iím not taking any chances.

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6th Dec. 7.30.

Dear Diary.

I wasnít game to write before now. Iíve discovered that the nurses donít come around much between seven and eight because they are changing shifts, so I waited. They took Maureen out again to day so when they brought her back I asked what was wrong. She said she had been in a car accident and that they were doing some kind of tests on her. I asked what they were but she couldnít work them out, she said they were taking blood samples and giving her CT scans and for some weird reason she said that they x-rayed her arms today. The reason that was weird is that she said she never had any injury to her arms. Sheís a bit scared I think.

I asked her age, sheís twelve and a half. She said that her parents havenít been to see her for nearly a week. I tried to tell her they were probably just busy or something but I donít think it helped.

Maureenís started moaning and saying sheís hot too, and sheís starting to cry. She looks like sheís in pain and she looks so terrified. I better call a nurse.

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7th Dec. 1.10am.

Dear diary.

Somethingís going on and Iím really scared. The nurse came to check on Maureen after I called, then they left her for a while, coming back about half an hour later with several doctors and more nurses and started doing something to Maureen. I couldnít see past them to know what it was but she was crying and asking what was wrong and what was happening to her. They worked around her for a while then wheeled her out as they fussed over her. I heard one of the doctors say to take her to room 11, and as they were leaving I heard Maureen crying something about seeing differently and her arms hurting real bad. I donít know what she meant by that. I canít sleep because Iím scared. Whatís happening to her?

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7th Dec. 10.53am.

Dear diary.

The nurses have just finished their rounds so itíll be another fifteen minutes before they come past again. The first thing I noticed when I woke up this morning was that Maureen had not been brought back to our room. When I asked one of the nurses about her she just said that Maureen was all right and was probably going home soon. I might not know much and I might be just a kid, but even I could see that Maureen was really sick, too sick to be going home all of a sudden. I think there is something wrong, some disease the doctors arenít talking about. Maybe those news reports about a mysterious flu werenít exaggerating. Some oneís coming, gotta go.

***

7th Dec. 9.45pm.

Dear Diary.

Today I was taken to the physio department and they had me try to take some steps. It was ok but it hurt too much and I was to upset about last night to bother trying. Iím getting better at manoeuvring the wheelchair though. After that they brought me back here and did the usual tests like blood pressure and temperature, but then they started to feel around the back of my neck and along my arms. I heard one of the doctors whisper that there were no signs yet. They must think Iím getting this flu just because Maureen had it, and yet that nurse had told me she went home. I donít know whatís going on but I want out of here. When mum or dad come Iím going to get them to take me home. Actually if I donít see them by lunchtime tomorrow Iíll ring them myself.

I spoke to Leana today and they have been doing the same checking on her to, I donít know about Bethlea, she sleeps most of the day, although Iím sure itís probably whatever they gave her that makes her sleep so much.

I saw that wardy that warned me about keeping my diary secret but I couldnít get to talk to her, she was with the doctors and nurses last night and I want to ask her what happened. Sheís been around a lot today but she hasnít come near me..

***

8th Dec. 9.13pm.

Dear Diary.

Another day of physio. Itís still painful to put my leg down properly and Iím still reluctant to let them see Iím getting a bit better at it, that way I might have more chance of getting to look around when I can walk better. Other than that I spent most of the day reading magazines. Leana came and sat with me for a couple of hours and we talked about the strange way the staff are acting. She also said that a letter that she was half way through was taken during the night about a week ago and sheís not sure if the one she wrote three days ago got sent. Leana agrees that something strange is happening.

Leana also said that she went to go for a walk one night and was stopped just down the hall and brought back to the room. Iím still feeling really nervous but having someone else to talk to about it makes me feel a bit better.

***

9th Dec. 11 45pm.

Dear Diary,

Iím feeling tiered, but this has been the first chance Iíve had to write. Today was quite compared to the last two with no tests being done on either Leana or myself. I went to physioí again and my leg ached for hours after. This afternoon Leana took me for a walk in the wheel chair, around the corridors. Leana is real fun to be with, sheís also as adventurous as I am. Whenever there was no one around she would wheel me into a room and weíd check it out. We only got to get into two rooms today, but weíre going to see about checking out different ones whenever we can. The rooms we found today were only storage rooms. One was full of tables and cabinets and chairs, while the other was a small room with stacks of sheets, blankets and other such stuff. We want to check out interesting stuff, not that.

Bethlea is still really sick and yesterday they put a drip in her arm. I think the doctors and nurses have been ignoring Leana and I because of Bethlea being so bad. Weíre both worried about her. I better go to sleep before a nurse sees my bed light on. Oh, before I go though, Leana and I have noticed that there are only two nurses on after twelve, and they only call others in if something happens. There might an opportunity to explore if they think weíre asleep. Could be fun, weíve got to do something around here. Iíll really miss Leana when she goes, whenever that is, she seems well but the doctors keep finding excuses to keep her here, not that I mind actually. Better go, good night.

***

10th Dec. 11.15am.

Dear Diary,

Well, now that I can get in and out of my bed and the wheelchair myself I have a little more freedom, but they still donít want me leaving this particular wing of the hospital. They didnít say anything about not going on different floors and until they do Iím taking advantage of it. The other good thing about being more mobile is that I can go to the loo without help now, this gives me some privacy to write in here without having some nurse walking in on me.

After lunch Leana and I are going to check out some other areas if we can, if not weíll try late tonight. We have to do something, it gets boring sitting in bed. The doctors have been spending all morning with Bethlea and I overheard one of them say that she might not make it. She must have really been hurt in that accident. I get so sad seeing her laying there like that. That must be why they have her on so much drugs. Maybe thatís also the reason they donít mind Leana and I going for long walks around the corridors, so they can work with out us watching or being upset all the time. Oh well, later.

***

11th Dec. 10.30am.

Dear Diary,

Leana and I did go for a walk, well I went for a wheel I guess, but we just stuck to the corridors because there were too many people around to manage sneaking into any rooms. However we did manage to go past room 11 which is where they took Maureen. Weíve decided that we will try to see whatís in there the next chance we get. It looked like a bigger room from outside, and the glass window was covered, so Leana couldnít even see what the inside looked like.

Last night the wardy that I wanted to see come in and checked on Bethlea and as she left I said hello and asked if she could talk to me. She came over and said that unless she was assigned to me she shouldnít, but she sat on the edge of my bed anyway and asked how I was going. She also said that if anyone came in she would pretend to be giving me a checkup and for me not to talk while they were in the room. I thanked her for her warning and asked her why, she said she couldnít tell me and although I wasnít satisfied I accepted it. I asked her what was in room 11 and she said it was just an emergency room and that it wasnít used much. I really got the impression that she was not telling the truth.

She started asking how I felt and if I felt feverish at all. I thought someone must have been coming because she started to massage my arms and she felt around the back of my neck. No one came in so I asked her what she was checking for, considering it was my leg that was broken. She just said that it was routine. I donít believe that.

I got brave and told her that I didnít believe that she was just a wardsman as she did things that other wardyís didnít do and I had never seen her make a bed or any other wardsman type jobs. I asked her outright if she was a doctor, she shrugged and said "never mind", then went on to ask how well Leana and I were getting on. Oh no someoneís knocking at the loo door. Gotta go.

***

11th Dec, 5 25pm.

Dear Diary,

I spent a bit to long this morning and a nurse came to see if I was ok, I better be careful not to stay to long again. Anyway were was I? Ah yes the wardy who isnít. I should call her Wisnt, the wardy who isnít, because she wouldnít tell me her name which made me realise what it was that made me wonder in the first place. She is the only person who never wears a name tag, I wonder why. Also the doctors and nurses seem to treat her as one of their own. After she asked me about Leana she went over and did the same to her, checking her arms and behind her neck. Leana woke up as Wisnt was finishing and looked frightened, but Wisnt told her not to be and that she would look after her.

After diner last night Leana and I went for one of our now regular walks, actually the nurses and doctors have been really encouraging our spending time together since last night, before that they always tried to tell us not to spend so much time alone together. Another thing to wonder about, why the sudden change?, and did Wisnt have anything to do with it? anyway Leana and I seem to be given more freedom so weíre not arguing with it. Anyhow, we went to room 11 but there were a few nurses in the corridor so we went strait past without even looking at the door, weíll get in there sooner or later.

The other thing thatís really upsetting me is that mum and dad havenít been in for a few days and the only thing I hear from them is a nurse telling me they called to see how I was and that they were very busy. I donít know how that can be because they own their own business and can take off whatever time they need to, not to mention Ted, (my big brother) whereís he?

Leanaís worried about her parents too but they live a long way away so she reckons that sheíll go home soon so sheís trying not to think about it. Although she doesnít seem to be sick any more and itís been ages since sheís had her appendices out, we both canít work out why sheís still here except that the doctors might be waiting to see if we have this mysterious flu. Dinner soon, better go.

***

13th Dec. 1.12pm.

Dear Diary,

I missed yesterday because something sad and weird happened. The machines that Bethlea was attached to started to beep and doctors and nurses came from everywhere. They disconnected the machines as a nurse drew the curtain around her bed. I heard one of them say that it was no good and that she was gone. Bethlea died early yesterday morning. Leana and I are both really upset, even though we never got to talk to her.

The weird thing was what they said after that. Someone was saying that she "Died of her injuries and not the other thing". What other thing? The Flu? Then someone else said that they should check anyway, I think they meant an autopsy. I recognised that voice. It was Wisntí who said that. After that they left and two orderlies came and took Bethlea out of the room. Whatís going on? Are Leana and I going to catch this thing theyíre so worried about? I want to get out of here.

***

16th Dec. 8 35pm.

Dear Diary,

Sorry itís been so long but there was a new kid brought in to our room, a young boy, and he was never left alone for more that a few minutes at a time while he was here, so I couldnít take the chance of you being found. Oh I found out that Wisntís real name is Doctor Glass. I still call her Wisnt if I talk to her and she thinks thatís fine. Any way, now Iím really scared, and so is Leana. Actually we wonít go anywhere without each other now, not even to the showers. When they tried to take me to physio I demanded that Leana come with me. They disagreed at first but after Wisnt had been through the ward they changed their minds and now they donít try to separate us, even when we go for check ups we go together.

Wisnt must be the head doctor around here, but why does she pretend to be just a wardy?

The reason Leana and I are so scared and wonít leave each other is because of this boy that was here. They donít know that Leana and I both saw what happened to him, because we are scared that if they knew we saw it they would do something to us.

When they brought him in he looked as if heíd been in an accident, or bashed up. He had cuts and bruises all over him. The fist night they kept monitors on him and came in every fifteen minutes and checked him. The same thing happened the next day, and by that night they left him alone longer. He seemed to be settled and they only came around every few hours after that.

Then yesterday morning about 4am Leana and I woke up to this boyís moaning, and when we asked him if he was alright he just stared at as really funny like. He was sweating as if it was really hot and he was holding his arms out and looking at them as if he was scared of them. At first I thought the dim light was playing tricks on my eyes because it looked like there was something crawling under his skin all up his arms. I looked at Leana and she said "can you see that too?" Then all of a sudden he screamed and it looked like his wristís exploded and this stuff went everywhere. Then there was snakes coming out of his arms and wiggling around. He kept screaming and then he just went real quite and sat staring around the room as if he was looking for something, he kept looking in my direction. I could have sworn he could see me in the dimness and under my blankets Leana and I were absolutely petrified and we didnít move, we just laid in our beds and hoped he didnít see us.

Just as these snake things came out the room was flooded with doctors and nurses and they blocked the view. Wisnt was the first one to speak. She told them to get him to room 11, but as she said that the boy screamed this really high pitch scream and jumped over all of them and ran out the door. It looked like something out of a horror movie. No one can jump that high, that far, or that fast, I hardly saw him move.

Wisnt yelled to catch him and they all took off. Wisnt came over and asked Leana and me if we were ok, than asked what we saw. I lied and said that his scream had scared us so we stayed under our covers. I donít know whether she believed that or not but she seemed to.

As she was leaving she told us not to be worried and that everything would be alright. I definitely donít believe her now. What happened to that boyís arms, and why didnít the doctors and nurses seem surprised by the snake things, have they seen that before? Leana and I are going for a walk later and this time Iím walking and not going by wheelchair. My legís stronger so I want to walk. Weíll go and sit and talk, we both need to.

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17th Dec. 2.19am.

Dear Diary,

Leana and I want to get out of here and if we can manage it we will. Tonight weíre going to wait till about midnight and try to get off this floor without being seen, then weíll try to get out of this hospital. We donít know whatís going on but neither of us want to catch what that boy had. We never did hear what happened to him ad I couldnít really get anything out of Wisnt other than he was having some reaction to medication, year right. I walked ok on my leg last night although it hurts like anything now, but Iíll keep walking on it so I get used to it. I havenít told the physio that Iím walking on it and Iíve asked Leana not to say anything either, she agreed.

I wonder if thatís why they are keeping us in here when we probably would have gone home ages ago, maybe they are watching to see if we catch whatever it is, and I donít think itís a flu. Maybe both of us have been exposed to it before the others came in. I donít want to be around to find out. I also donít want snakes coming out of my arms. Well if weíre lucky Leana and I will be out of here by tomorrow night. Weíre going to save the food we get from lunch and dinner to take with us.

***

17th Dec. 11.05pm

Dear Diary,

As you can see weíre still here. Leana and I went for a walk just after dinner to check out a way out of here, and we could get to the floor below and the floor above but other than that all outer doors were locked. While wandering around the other floors we noticed that of the people in the wards on both other floors, and on our floor, are teenagers. There was no one over about eighteen or so. I didnít think hospitals separated adults from teenagers. Oh well maybe they do. We also went past room eleven again and still couldnít get close enough to try to see if we could get in. I think someone might be in there because there were two doctors talking just outside the door, and they stopped talking as we went past.

Leana and I are still spending every moment together, we both feel a bit safer that way. She asked me what Iíd do if she caught this thing. I just said "I donít know." She was acting funny before, I donít know what it was, she was just really nervous and kept asking me not to leave her. Iím really scared too but sheís suddenly acting more scared. I promised her that no matter what happened we were friends and I would help her if I could, and she said she would help me if she could as well. I think finding that we canít just walk out of here has spooked her more than it has me, although Iím worried too.

***

18th Dec.10.45am.

Dear Diary.

Leana is still nervous and this morning she said she didnít want to be left alone, so I asked if she could come with me to physio. They said yes and she felt better about that. While I was doing the exercises for my leg Leana played on some of the other equipment, then sat and watched me. The physio showed Leana some of the exercises I was supposed to do a few times a day so she could help me with them during the days the physio couldnít see me. itís good actually because it took Leanaís mind off her worries for a while. They havenít put anyone else in with us yet and Wisnt hasnít been around since that boy was taken away.

Weíve been told that the doctors want to do some tests on us this afternoon and that we have to stay on this floor so they can find us. Leana got real terrified about the thought of the tests. I asked her why sheís so scared but she wouldnít tell me so I didnít push it, sheíll tell me when sheís ready. Anyway I better not hang about today, see you later

***

18th Dec. 11.00pm.

Dear Diary.

The tests were really strange today. First they took me into room 11 and there was a room within a room inside. All down one side there was a glass window and inside were two beds and a whole heap of instruments and stuff. They sat me on a bed in the out side part of the room and there were just as many instruments there as there were in the smaller room. They put these wires on my head and hooked them to a monitor. I donít know what it was but I know it wasnít an EEG machine, Iíve had one of those before.

After they finished that they took some blood and them Wisnt came into see me. She was really nice but whenever I asked what was going on she avoided answering, and just talked about other things. She did the same thing with my arms that was done last week only more thoroughly. She felt all along the length of them and pressed and massaged around the wrists while asking me if I felt anything strange. She also felt around the back of my neck, I donít know what she was looking for. They also did the same with Leana and she said that she felt scared being taken in alone. She said she wanted to talk to me but was afraid I might get scared of her, I donít understand whatís happening with her. Tomorrow when we go for a walk Iím going ask her outright whatís eating her so much.

***

19th Dec. 11.20pm.

Dear Diary,

The doctors have been hanging around a fair bit today and Wisnt has personally checked on Leana and I about three times. They seem to be paying more attention to Leana than me, which is making leana even more nervous. We still managed to go for a wander after lunch and we found a storage room that was tucked into a corner on the next floor up so we sat in there and after some prompting Leana finally told me why sheís been to edgy.

She actually believes that she has caught whatever that boy had and that she knew that she was going to die from it. I asked her what the doctors said to make her think that but she said they didnít say anything, she just knows it. she reckons that she can feel it inside her, she really believes that something is changing in her body. I told her she was just worried and that if that was happening then the doctors would find out with all the tests that theyíve been doing.

It didnít matter what I said, she is absolutely convinced and the only thing she kept saying was for me not to let her die. We sat in the storage room for about an hour while we talked about looking after each other. When Leana calmed down we made our way back down to our own floor. Something interesting though, one of the nurses stopped us and asked were weíd been. None of them have done that before. Obviously no one knew we were in the storage room so we decided not to tell them, so I told her we had been sitting in a corner in another area upstairs. Thatís probably why they have been letting us out and about, theyíve been keeping watch. Well, lets see how long it takes them to find us in the storage room. Leana and I have decided to keep it a secret as long as possible. Actually I better go back out side, Iíve been in the loo for to long. I promised Leana Iíd sit with her tonight, sheís been feeling sick and sheís afraid to tell the nurses, and I donít blame her. I can tell you, but I cant tell Leana, Iím a bit scared for her because if a nurse comes in and realises how sick Leanaís feeling they might take her away. I donít even want to think about that.

***

21st Dec. 2.14am.

Dear Diary,

Iím sitting by Leanaís window using the light from outside to write because Leana is really getting worse and is too scared to have someone come and check on her. The last rounds of the night were at twelve and unless someone calls for them or they already expect to be needed there wonít be any more rounds now till about six in the morning.

Leana wasnít as bad at twelve as she is now and she just pretended to be asleep when the nurse came in, and so did I. But about an hour ago she started crying and when I came over she said she was feeling strange. She said that it felt like she was burning up inside and her body was cramping and having spasms. I donít know what to do for her but somehow just sitting here has seemed to calm her down a bit.

Leanaís actually sleeping at the moment but she keeps shivering and moaning and she feels so hot to touch, but I promised I wouldnít call anyone. Actually Iím watching her now and sheís starting to stir. Itís as if sheís reacting to me, every time I move she moans a little more. She keeps opening her eyes and Iím not sure if sheís awake or not, she hasnít said anything but she sort of smiles and closes her eyes again.

***

21st Dec. 4 30am.

Back again. I fell asleep sitting here. Leana woke me up and said that her arms were feeling sore and that she was feeling sick. I risked turning her bed lamp on to check her arms and it looks like thereís some kind of blistering on both of them. Leana was sitting on her bed looking at me as if she hadnít seen me before and I thought that what ever was happening was effecting her memory, but she said that she was seeing in a different way. I donít know what she meant. She said that I looked like little dots of something, it didnít make sense.

Leanaís in the loo at the moment, she started throwing up and sheís so scared that her arms are growing the same snake things that we saw on that boy that she is making herself sicker. I think sheís going to get to the point of not being able to stop herself from crying louder and attracting the nurses. Iíve suggested that she gets dressed and washes up and weíll try to go to that storage room. Itís far enough away that no one should hear her unless she really screams. I donít know what else to do, sheís to sick to try to break through a main door and people will hear that anyway. No, weíll hide for as long as we can. Leanaís coming out of the bathroom now so Iíll finish for now. Iím so worried for Leana.

***

22nd Dec. 5.30am.

Dear Diary,

Here we are, in the storage room. The early morning sun is peeping in that little window above us. I didnít think we were going to make it off the floor but we did. Leana managed to keep from being sick or from moaning and we snuck through the fire escape unnoticed. Leanaís having a really bad time of it, though she seems a little calmer now that we are here. Her arms a looking worse and she keeps shaking and going in and out of what could be light sleep. Every time I make any move away from her, no matter how small, she reaches for me and cries for me not to leave her.

sheís really scared about whatís happening to her arms. Iím scared too. These blister things go all the way along her arms, and theyíre evenly spaced and the same length. Except two on the sides of her wrists, theyíre thinner and smaller. When I asked her if they hurt she said she wasnít sure. She said they didnít hurt like burn blisters did but she felt some fluid or something moving inside the blisters.

The other thing Leana said was that my being calm was somehow keeping her calm and she has settled. Iím trying not to have to move but sheís been resting her head on my lap and Iím getting cramps in my foot. Iíll have to shift soonÖÖ. Oh great! Well I shifted, but itís set her off again. Iím trying to write but it looks like Iím going to have to leave as she getting more fidgety,Ö and, oh oh sheís clawing at her arms. I better stop her before she hurts herself.

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22nd Dec. 6.15am.

Dear diary.

I donít feel to good, and I donít know whatís going on any more. Leanaís changed. The blisters on her arms burst before, thatís why she was clawing at them, and the same thing happened that happened to that boy. These snake like things came out and she just sat there looking at them for a minute and she started to shake and she was so scared. I was to worried and scared. She wasnít bleeding or anything and she seemed to not be in as much pain as before. She asked me what was happening. What could I say? I donít know either.

Then Leana went so strange. She stared at me then her eyes went blank as if she no longer saw me properly. I asked her if she was ok but she just reached for me. I was about to pull back because of the snake things on her arms but she cried that she needed me, so I reached for her and hoped she wasnít going to hurt me.

When she grabbed my arms those snake like tentacles wrapped themselves around my arms and hands. It sort of hurt a bit, like having an abseil rope pulled too tight. I ignored the stinging in my skin from the grip of these weird things that now were a part of Leanaís arms, and sat looking into her eyes. She looked like a cat who was about to pounce at a mouse, and I was that mouse. We sat like that long enough for her to whisper "help" again then pulled me so hard I thought she was going to dislocate my shoulders. Leana pulled me right up against her and kissed me. Not kissed as the way they do it on TV, it was more like pressing her lips to mine. It happened so fast I didnít have time to react and she let go a few seconds later anyway. Ohh I feel so queezy!

But the odd thing was that while she was kissing me I felt like something was moving through my body. As if something was being sucked out of me. When Leana let me go she looked at her arms and then at me and said " wow, you just gave me your life." Then she started smiling and saying that everything felt funny and that she could feel whatever it was she took from me coursing through her body.

Now Leana thinks this is what happened to the boy, and maybe Maureen but she reckons we should get away before the doctors or nurses find us or weíll be separated, or tested again. I somehow think sheís right. Leana says that she can "see" in a different way and she can see or sense people even through the door of the storage room. Wow.

***

22nd Dec. 7.30am

Dear Diary

About twenty minutes ago she said she sensed someone outside the door and that they were headed our way. Without warning Leana jumped up to the roof, hitting the air vent open and hanging on to the rim of the opening. I was shocked because it was at least twelve feet to the ceiling. Leana climbed in then reached out and told me to jump up. I tried twice before I managed to get high enough for Leana to grab me and with out any effort at all she pulled me up into the vent with her. The only trouble was that my leg got caught, but I managed not to yell out even though it hurt like anything.

Leana replaced the cover of the vent just as the door opened. Two people came in, I donít know who they were, I couldnít see anything. They looked around and one of them mumbled something about having to find us before Leana killed me. Once they made sure we werenít in the room they left. One of them said that they should lock it so we wonít be able to hide there, which is good because no one will look here again because itís been checked and locked., So weíve climbed back down, well Leana lowered me down and now we wait. I still donít know whatís happened to Leana but she seems the same now as she did before, except now she has tentacles and is as strong as superman. Cool! I donít know why they thought she might kill me though. Iím still feelig dizzy and somehow sore all through my body. I wonder if itís because of Leana taking whatever she took from me. Weíre going to wait till Iím not feeling so queasy and then itíll be back into the air vent and out of here. If we can get home mum and dadíll know whatís going on. I hope.

So Dear Diary, until weíre out of here I might not get another chance to write, so keep your fingers crossed, or maybe your pages crossed that we get out of here safely.

Bye Bye for now. Wow this is all to much.


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