Historic+Fiction

Picture it. Waverly Hills Sanitorium 1910. My family was put here because my grandparents that lived with my parents and I caught Tuberculosis. The kids have been put in one area and the adults in another. I was put here near the beginning and died here. I knew from the very beginning that I would never see outside this area ever again. My name is Lucy and I was 5 when I was put here and died here at the age of 10. The other kids believed we would make it out but I knew better. My grandparents came here to get better and they never got out. I have seen pretty horrid things here considering, but they were by accident of course. I walked by the open door one time and saw a person wheeled out onto a balcony with their chest cut open. The "treatment" was the sun was supposed to help, and get rid of the sickness. I would roam the halls when nobody was paying attention. They have a death tunnel in the basement to hide all of the deaths. I remember when I had died over 15,000 were missing. I was one of the children who were NEVER counted. It was if I had never existed. My soul still roams these halls trying to tell visitors it is Red Death and they would never walk out of here. Somehow they always seem to leave and be able to enjoy their lives again.

I do not remember alot of my life before I went to Waverly Hills but it had to have been better than this. At least I hoped so. I do remember we had to give up our farm for my grandparents bills, and by then it was too late to try to fix it. I remember playing catch with the other kids there. There was this leather ball we would throw around. I still throw it around at times just to try to get some of my childhood back. I knew I wasnt a normal child not by a long shot but I could act it. Maybe I still was. I mean my ghost is still here and my soul and yet i still stand by the way i am. I loved my life as a kid but I am actually starting to accept my other life in this.

When I ended up catching Tuberculosis I was up all night coughing. A couple of my friends came to check on me but i could have cared alot less then. I woke up the next morning with blood all over my pillow from all of the coughing the night before. I just wanted to die. My grandparents had already died and my parents as well. I was the last to die and basically in the end i died alone.