Im not Crazy, Just Disturbed.

Introduction - A tag-lish story (sort of) about a workaholic man whose life was planned out for him and was almost perfect until he graduated and became a doctor in a well established hospital. And a woman with a shady background who claims that she already died once and has only but pure and passionate hatred for men. Will all of their views and opinions about life change when they meet? Will they finally realize that everything happens for a reason? And will they learn to care about each other along the way? No one knows for sure.... Prologue - Women are crazy! I used to think that the idea itself was crazy; but to be honest, I dont know what Im supposed to think of it right now. Im Dr. Eli Anthony Fontazzella, 22 years old. I think Im in love with a crazy person (literally). Nagwo-wonder kayo kung pano nangyari yun? Well, hindi ako nagtatrabaho sa ordinary hospital..... I work at Fiore Mental Asylum. - You only live once I dont think so. I already died once. Everyone died; but somehow, I went back to life. Maybe an angel saved me or maybe the voices brought me back. I dont really care. Im Sheena Yukie Fukui, 19 years old, ayoko sa mga lalaki and Im a patient in an asylum. Chap 1. January 20, 1999 Tokyo Imperial Palace Blood. Blood. Blood everywhere. All I saw was red. I heard screams, shooting and swords slashing in the corridor. Everything was covered with blood. Im covered with blood. It took all I have to escape to my room, and lock myself up so they couldnt reach me. I heard them talking when I was hiding under a corpse downstairs. Where is she?! a man asked, feeling ko siya ung boss nila. Our men are looking for her right now, sir sagot ng underling niya. Good. Sneaky and masyado siyang matalino for a 2 year old kaya we cant underestimate her. Kung tama nga ang mga narinig natin,

I didnt understand what was happening, and I didnt want to. I only hoped that this was a dream and that this nightmare would end soon....

But they didnt want that. All they wanted was me skinned, hanged, beheaded, burnt and dead so that they can be happy.

It was dark, and I couldnt make out the figures in the shadows. There was something about it that told me not to look at it but I had a feeling that my life could be in danger if I didnt. When my eyes finally adjusted to the dark, the scene before me left me paralyzed.

There, near my bed, were the lifeless bodies of my parents. They dangled before me. Their limp bodies swinging, their eyes and faces full of terror and hopelessness. Blood was oozing out from almost every corner of their bodies, I realized that they were cut, skinned, burnt, tortured and hung to death. Then I saw something written on the wall. It said: WE KNOW YOURE HERE The next thing I knew, I was screaming. I let out a bloodcurdling scream. I felt like my throat was being ripped apart and it was almost as if another person was screaming and not a mere 2 year-old child. Thats it. I thought They found me.

Then I blacked out. Chapter 2 December 2, 2011 Fiore Mental Asylum [ELI] Alright sabi ko the patients vital signs seem to be stable. Nurse, ikaw na bahala sa patient ah. Bigyan mo cia ng Benzo, pag nagseizure nanaman Yes, doc sagot niya. Lumabas na ko sa kwarto at pumunta sa pharmacy. Sumasakit nanaman ulo ko. Habang papunta sa pharma., ino-obserbahan ko yung paligid ko. Kahit san ka tumingin, may makikita kang patient na tina-try i-restrain. Jusme. Parang mga baliw lang. Ay wait, nasa mental nga pala ako =__= Lol. Ako nga pala si Eli Anthony Fontazzella :) Im 22 years old. Alam ko masyado pa akong bata para maging doctor. Maaga kasi ako grumaduate eh. Genius daw kasi ako. Neurosurgeon ako at psychiatrist na din. Hay, kung di ka ba naman tumalino kapag ang binabasa mo simula nung bata ka pa ay medical books, ewan ko nalang. Haha, mahigpit din kasi ung parents ko, mga control freaks.

Nagtatrabaho ako dito sa hospital ng tita ko: Fiore Mental Asylum. Ang hirap nga dito eh, hindi kasi regular na patients ung handle mo, mga baliw. Kaya di mo pwede basta basta kausapin kasi baka magwala or baka saktan ka pa. Di mo kasi maintindihan ung mga nasa isip nila eh. (Hellooooo!!! BALIW nga sila eh! -.- kulit naman neto oh, tagal tagal mo na dian, di ka pa nasanay!) Che! Alam ko! To naming author na to oh, singet singet, dun ka na nga, di to story ng buhay mo, hmp. (Hmp. Sunget naman netong leading char ko. Hahaha, sige byeeee~~) Anyway, tutuloy ko na kwento ko, kulit kasi ni author eh =___= So ayun nga, mahirap alagaan ung mga pasyente dito, kaya dapat mag-iingat ka.