You want to change?

[Libby's speaking slowly and clearly; she's trying to keep control even though she's crying a little, and FREAKING OUT inside.]

Somebody--

[Static cuts her off; she tries again after a few moments.]

Somebody, please. I need help. I've got to get out of here. I don't know how long I can stay calm...

They're watching me.

[Yep, the ghosts are manifesting as some of the people Libby brainwashed during her life. Just wait 'til her dead husband shows up...]

Okay, I have to be honest here. I was ashamed to ask about this alone, but I don't really have a choice now. I will snap if I don't get help soon.

I haven't slept for more than a few minutes at a time since the last flood. That's, what...maybe a month ago? I can't do it anymore. Makeup won't hide it anymore, I'm getting sick, and I've lost a good twenty-five pounds that baggy clothes won't serve to mask. It's been interfering with my medication and I'm having severe mood swings and outbursts. I break down when I don't have anything to do with myself. I've spent the past couple of nights huddled against a wall.

I can't sleep because I almost always dream, and if I start I'll scream myself awake again. On top of that, the nightmares just keep getting worse. I need something to knock me out cold. I don't care what it is, so long as I can get it fast.

Just the drugs. I'll deal with the rest myself. I'd be worthless as a psychologist if I couldn't.

Saxon and Swing have been tested. Neither are ready to live up to their potential.

This deeply saddens me, but I will not falter in my duty. I'll adjust my methods and try again.


((OOC: The Libby/Swing torture will be going assumed, because this flood has taught me that I suck at writing the part of a torturer!))