Block #15: 242-272 (Entry 15)

I have had it with this ward. I am finally going to get my ass up out of here. After all the events that have taken place over the last two weeks, I don't believe I can take anymore! I don't even know where exactly I should start. Lets see, it wasn't long after we found out that the Chief could talk when McMurphy decided to have a little party at the ward. I was asleep during the festivities so all I know is what I was told the next day. It turns out that Mr.Turkle was ok with McMurphy bringing to whores into the ward, and was ok with the patients drinking. It appears they made a very big mess, and in the morning McMurphy was found in bed with this blonde whore named Sandy. When I woke up the other patients were trying to get McMurphy to escape before Nurse Ratched could get to him. When all the staff was in they went around looking for everyone. It seemed that Billy was nowhere to be found, and when he was, he was in the Seclusion room with a whore named Candy. When Nurse Ratched saw him all she could say was that she couldn't believe it, and that she would have to tell his mother. Well Billy couldn't handle it, and while he was waiting in her office he found something sharp and slit his throat. McMurphy knew Nurse Ratched was the one to cause Billy to kill himself so McMurphy attacked her and caused her breasts to be exposed. After that McMurphy was taken away from the ward for three weeks and Nurse Ratched also had to go to the hospital. When Nurse Ratched returned she couldn't talk and had to use a pad of paper and pen to communicate with us, but she doesn't have her power any more. She let us know though that McMurphy would be back. Well one day McMurphy was brought in on a gurney and on the clip board attitude to his gurney said he had, had and lobotomy. By the looks of it no one believed it was McMurphy, they all just thought it was a dummy, but I could tell it was him. Well the next morning when everyone had woken up, McMurphy was dead and Chief Bromden had escaped the ward. Ever since then, a few of the guys have checked themselves out of the ward, and I finally believe that my time has come. I am done not being able to live my life. I have witnessed such horrific events here, I never wish to return. I have overcome such great challenges that there is nothing in the world that can bring me down. I would say until next time, but I am glad to say that there will be no next time. I am going to leave this journal here n the ward, hidden somewhere, for some other lost soul to find, and to read. They too will then see that they should never give up hope. Wish me luck.

-Frankie