A Doctorâs Word
Warning: Slight gore? Mentions of blood
We all wish for that wonderful and stable life.
One where we may relax and lay back from a hard dayâs work and just look back to all the accomplishments done on that very morning you woke up.
Yes, that would be an ideal life wouldnât it?
Sadly, because of that selfish wish, I ended up losing my life in this so called manor game leading myself and some others trapped in a world that would now become our now home.
All because of the guilt and crimes Iâve done when I was still alive. If ever I can, Iâd stop myself from going to the path of greed. But alas my goal to find a permanent home was far too strong than it should have. Since I were younger, we have been moving from one place to another, the thought of settling on one place was never an option to us. As long as there is something of worth in that place we will stay until it was time to leave again. Before, it was always for the sake of surviving, as what they would told me. But over time it became tiring, boring even. Despite being born in a middle-class family, Iâve never felt stable, the distaste of needing to move and not living securely caught up to me, it was hard to ask if one day we could live in a peaceful place where we can relax and be in peace for I know what the answer would be.
Can I blame them? Of course not. As time gradually pass. Iâve grown to resent life and what it has recently gave me. For the sake of surviving and reaching my goals, Iâve become bitter and cold towards the things around me. In order to achieve our goals, we must do something out of the ordinary, and that was something I was willing to take. I took it upon myself to learn medicine and entered the medical field. I wish to provide a safe and secure place for those who cannot and provide myself that sense of security as well. At first it would only be those simple treatment to the wounds, or how to heal a broken bone, and then gradually I started to learn the different drugs and methods in medical work for long hours and days of studying, Iâve slowly saw the life coming back to me and soon I saw a more bigger picture. Once I know Iâm ready I opened my own clinic. âThe Lydia Jones Clinicâ It sounded wonderful. From opening the clinic, I also did voluntary work at the White sand street asylum, Iâve met so many patients, and each were unique and interesting in their own way. As a doctor, Iâve set my own morals or method to myself. This word became my guide and reassurance: âAlways practice on yourself so that you never harm a patient, the wellbeing of the patient is always a doctor's sole purpose, never give or provide guidance to harmful drugs even with request from the patientâ Things all went smoothly at first, but then not all happy days will last after all. Soon my clinic was losing funds due to it not being able to turn in profit. All of my hard work were being thrown down the drain. At this point I was desperate to return my clinic to its former glory. Because of these desperate attempts. I didnât think too clearly, I ended up betraying the very morals Iâve set up on myself. I opened illegal surgeries mostly for the women who wishes for an abortion. It was a risky move, but I was willing to do all I can.
The first time was when after opening the illegal surgery for the young women. A woman, with brown medium length hair and big curious eyes came in she heavily resembled a young girl back in the asylum, she was my first patient in relation with the surgery. She asked if I can actually remove the unborn child inside of her and though I confidently said yes and assured her that it would be done smoothly, deep in myself I knew that I wasnât ready. I knew nothing about the procedures done in abortion. But at this point, itâs already here, I canât turn her away.
But the very next thing that happened was something I hoped not to happen, blood, the rich deep red colour was everywhere in the surgery room. The woman who came to me earlier this morning seeking for help, now lie lifeless on the table. Her eyes still staring up to me. My hands were shaking, my whole body was trembling, No! No! This wasnât supposed to happen! It should have been a simple and clean procedure. Calm down Lydia, no one shall know. Yes, no one CAN know. Without realizing I did another unthinkable thing, I took the knife out of her stomach and began dismembering her, I made sure she would be unnoticeable stabbing her face a couple of times for good measure. After so I stuffed the damaged body in a trash bag and left her somewhere where no one would find it. It was a rather risky move, but I will not let anyone know of this incident. After so, Iâve remind continue doing both of this work and serving in the asylum. Searching for more answers regarding the childrenâs mental state, I came to realize how much the therapies being done to these children were more damaging than actually helping them. Iâve learned how the mentally ill children, were cause because of either trauma or experiencing unwanted events. And then, the young Lisa beck. Diving deep into her history, Iâve come to realize that the woman that came to my clinic that resembled her so much, was actually her mother. Martha Remington.
What I did was unthinkable, it wasnât how a doctor should act. And yet because of my eagerness and greediness to get more money. I had broken the very morals I had set on myself and proceed to do things that were not in my comfort. And now, I robbed a child from her mother! What have I done? All I wanted was for that stable and secure life, and I ended up paying the price for my wrong doings. The news of Miss Remingtonâs corpse was found after a bunch of hungry hounds were scavenging for food and tore one of the trash bag that contained her dismembered body. I knew that the police was soon to follow me, so despite not wanting to leave my now striving clinic, I had too. I wrote a letter to one of the sisters addressing the problems the asylum has and claiming that I wonât be able to work there for a long time. I was now on the run, I am now a wanted person for accidently killing a client in a failed abortion. I re-named myself as Emily Dyer And I had a new goal, and it was to ensure the safety and to cure Lisa beck. I remembered back then when I broke my morals again and did the electro shock therapy on young Lisa. I felt horrible, I said that I will protect her and yet I did the therapy on her. Today, I followed her to the famous Otleteus Manor as per invitation from the duke. Where she tends the garden all by herself. She changed her name to Emma Woods and as far as I see it. She seemed to be doing fine. I needed to make sure she is fine, Mr Pierson seems to have an odd interest to her. But he doesnât seem to look rather trustful. As though I thought Miss Lisa or now as she is known by Emma would be fine, I was wrong. She came up to me one day and said how the scare crow talked to her. Scare crows donât talk the last time I checked, I told her to be careful around Mr Pierson since he cannot be trusted. My attempts of protecting Miss Woods fell short, when I got captured by the hunter. Such a big mistake for me to trust the man who I thought was an ally. And yet even He didnât survive from getting his soul stuck in this manor along with us. Miss Woods doesnât seem to mind. In the end, all those unspoken words and promises I told myself were fulfilled in a way. I wonderâŠ..where fate will lead us now we are stuck in an eternal loop.
((AN: so this is a short fic regarding how i saw Emily's deduction and story. I know that there are some parts of the story that's a lil mixed up and if it is pls do correct me, Like i said this is how i saw Emily's deduction story. I hope you like it! please tell me how it is! and maybe i might write more for the other charcters or charcter of your choice? thank you!))
