Slip n Crack

I have never broken a bone while the torture group has controlled my body; that they know of. One time I may have or close enough. Here’s the story.

This was during my second visit to Utah around age fifteen. I was sick or in trouble for non-compliance and was on the punishment ward. Which meant I slept in a certain room until my punishment or sickness was up, I was on detention or rest all day and I was pretty much quarantined or grounded.

The beds were bunkbeds. I was probably coming down for breakfast or something like that in the early morning. I decided to get off the top bunk going down the ladder facing backwards in socks. I slipped on the last rung and caught my third and fourth fingers in the railing. My hand was one inch above my body stuck.

Because it was such a short fall this only hurt a lot. I unhooked my fingers and walked over hissing in pain to sit in a chair five feet away. I was calm. I sat down to assess my slightly bloodied scratches.

A beat or ten into my being seated the torture group threw down a response. I first saw white. Not that I passed out or woozed. They displayed bright white visuals to me. While they were doing that they swirled pain sensations around and on my head. They dropped my body a fraction forward swiftly then caught me. See they were faking it.

I recovered immediately. The attacks cause no lingering affects and stop when they are turned off. I treated my cuts. I later visited the school nurse to have her assess my wound. She thought that because I could move them i was fine. That’s not how broken bones work. But I healed up.

Except this was the injury the torture group piggybacked off of to do a nine year long attack on my left hand and wrist they called arthritis. They “cured” my arthritis during the first year of schizophrenia. But brought in a new related attack during the second year.

And that’s the story of how I injured myself the worst during my torture. I think.

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