Today, I had an interesting experience. I was sent to the London Hospital to be examined by a surgeon known as Fredrick Treves. I know I am very well capable of understanding english, and speaking it, yet I was too afraid to do so. When I got there, there were ill people everywhere. As sick as I am, I know i had much more potential than to belong in that hospital, yet, I don't know where I belong. Dr.Treves called me over to go to his office. He began to ask me questions, and Im not sure how I felt about it. I think he thinks I'm an elephant man too. Being in the hospital made me question my fate, and future. Will he be able to cure me? Or will I just be something people like to stare at in disgust. Dr.Treves kept asking me questions, but I did not respond. I can tell he was beginning to get frustrated with me as I sat there trying to control my breaths. Writing in this diary now, I'm questioning myself, regretting not speaking up. What if I would have talked? What, no, how, would he have reacted? What would that have meant for me? Someone barged in to the office. A man. I don't know who he was, but he startled me, just like everything startles me. I know somewhere inside me I want Dr.Treves to help me, cure me, make me normal, yet again...I don't want to hold onto false hope.
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