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 May 16, 1999

  Dear Diary,

 I will start by telling you my name. I am Francine Jones. I was raped last night and now I am sitting in hell. Actually its the counties hospital. I am hooked up to ivs and all these tunes. She what happened was I was raped last night and the men who did it shot me. Can you believe that? Shot me right in the stomach. The hospital room I am in is so small but cozy. The walls are white with brown trim and there is all kinds of machines. My toilet in here is in the middle of the room there is no door enclosing it in or anything. I guess thats how they have to make them in the i.c.u I guess.

  I was over hearing mother and uncle Robert talking about how I am going to have to see a psychiatrist when I get out of here. Well they can talk about me getting "help" as they call it when I get out of here all they want. I am telling you right now I'm not going. Those people are only there for the people who aren't strong enough to make it on their own. I'm not scared and I'm not going to let someone tell me how I should deal with. I am not going to pay someone a 100 dollars an hour to ask me how that makes me feel. I'm not a whack job.

 On another note I never thought this would happen to me when I asked Heather if she wanted to go out last night. My uncle Robert told me I died but he revived me. Uncle Robert wasn't supposed to operate on me. Its against the law for family to operate on family. I just hope he doesn't get caught. I'm so glad I asked mom to buy you for me.

  I tried to eat today but no luck. It hurt to bad to try and eat. Every bite I took felt like my teeth would break into a bunch of peices. They have me on pain killers now that they put through my iv. They aren't helping me but what are you going to do about it now right? I just hope the pain goes away. 

 Well visiting hours are over, and for no the doctors are leaving me alone. Hopefully for awhile. I think I am going to bed I will talk to you tomorrow. Good night Diary.