Helpless

Thoughts?

Report Start  <Date / TIME,location> [REDACTED / 0946 , SUBBASMENT]

I stayed, and I cannot deny or agree that my morals have dimmed. 

Listening to people has been a dream I have wanted to share with the world for a long time. I have honed a lot of patience with humans. Their emotions flickering like a poorly made lamp. I have gotten used to being yelled at without tears coming to my eyes. To hear quiet mumbles when a patient becomes shameful and quiet. To handle a patient when they become violent and grab me.

I was not professionally trained to take on the toll of having to sit in a room with another person who did not seem to be human.

They had permitted me to call them whatever I would like. I had asked them if there was a name they preferred.

"No," they said. "But, I do enjoy the letter B! Like for this book!" They had quickly rushed to an ever-growing library. Pulling a blood-red book from behind a stack. They handed it to me with the excitement of a small child.

It was Brother's Grimm.

I remember reading this when I was a child. A very gory book that kept me awake through-out the night reading every story.

"A very interesting story about a girl kept against her will is there. Just like me!"

I felt very sorry for them, but I'm supposed to ask specific questions and keep them on track.

"Do you remember anything from before?"

The child paused. Looking at me, they sat down tailor-style. "No."

I was skeptical about that answer, writing it down. "Are you sure? Nothing about a family, friends, anything?"

"Those are her memories. Not mine." Voice cold. I looked up.

The eyes that looked up at me were not of curiosity. Not anymore. They held deadly answers. Answer I did not want to question.

PROCEED

The noise of the intercom ringed in both our ears. Snapping whatever was happening to the kid and making me cringe.

"Uh... How about-" The kid hopped up and made their way to the bed to the side of the room. Sitting down on it, they close their eyes, put their hands over their ears, and started humming. Ignoring me.

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That was the rest of our session. The child humming to a random burst of beats. It was calm, even if it was uncomfortable to sit in there.

After 30 minutes of sitting there. They led me out of the room.

I remember looking back. Remember seeing them grabbing the child by the hair and forcing them into a chair, the doctors moved into the room. I remember the yelling.

I was not allowed back to continue any further. Moving back onto levels with... more human patients. Sometimes I think of what happened in there. If I had pushed to get answers, but those eyes haunted me. 

I would not recommend my job to others.

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<Location, Date / TIME> [OFFICE 5, REDACTED / 1052pm]  End of log