My Name is John Merrick

The night started off blissfully in my little room at the London Hospital. I had just received my maintenance box from the main heads of the hospital and for once I felt like a normal person, just receiving a normal gift, from such gracious people. I felt a warm feeling as no one has ever been so generous with me, if they aren't staring and making fun if me they're pitying me. As the night came and stayed, I used the maintenance box, which contained cologne, a comb, a brush, those sorts of things. It was a grand time having myself be pampered up, until the night porter came and put me on live display for night people who wanted to have 'a good time,' but were usually too drunk. In this case though, they were just about the right drunk. The night porter caught me while I was having a private moment, acting very high class. He pulled up to me and told I was looking for beautiful, and that's when the people he had charged to come see me saw me through the window, and soon enough they all came inside my room. Drunk, dirty, and disgusting people who wanted to see a closer look of me came to 'play' with me. They spun me, threw their beer at me as if I was a cup and they were pouring their substance in me. One man who looked a little too over 50 had two woman who looked about 20 got the woman he had brought with him and made one of them kiss me, using force, but she didn't mind. She was already too drunk to see what she was doing. The other girl was put on top of me and motioned her as if we were having sex. I was disgustied. The worst part? They displayed a mirror in front of me, my biggest fear. I thought, "How can people be so cruel?" That didn't matter. I was an animal to them, and I was used to it, tired, but used to it. The rest of the night was a blur. Bytes came and before I knew it, I was back again in my "home," the freak show.