#Saarne Institute

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Isabelle Fuhrman as Esther in Orphan (2009) and then 13 years later in Orphan First Kill!

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Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo abbiamo parlato come di consueto di un horror e questa volta abbiamo deciso di recensire il prequel di un’opera che abbiamo portato recentemente qui e a cui sono molto legato, Orphan: First Kill. Siamo in Estonia al Saarne Institute, un ospedale psichiatrico dov’è rinchiusa Leena, una donna di 31 anni con una particolare patologia…

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Orphan: First Kill (2022)

I know 2009’s Orphan strains plausibility but its demented nature is exactly the kind of thing I lean into. The 2022 prequel, Orphan: First Kill also indulges in the same sort of loopiness but it could've gone even further. The biggest issue with this film is that it doesn’t assign its running time well; wasting time on a first half that’s a lot of “been there, done that” when there's so much stuff in its second half it could expand upon.

In 2007, psychiatric patient Leena Klammer (Isabelle Fuhrman), a 31-year-old woman with a rare hormonal disorder that makes her look like a 10-year-old child escapes from the Saarne Institute. Masquerading as Esther Albright, a child who disappeared 4 years ago, she is brought “home” to wealthy artist Allen (Rossif Sutherland), his wife Tricia (Julia Stiles) and their teenage son, Gunnar (Matthew Finlan).

There are at least 2 dead bodies before the plot even kicks in, which makes the title a misnomer... but never mind. After Leena/Esther's escape, "First Kill" tries to establish its murderous, insane protagonist as a master manipulator who can con her way out of any situation… but fails to convince us. Once accepted as the missing Albright girl, “Esther” makes all sorts of mistakes that you figure will reveal her as an obvious fake. It’s actually a bit frustrating because the first half of the movie is just repeating what we saw in 2009. Esther pretends to be sweet and innocent but she encounters these nasty people that make her true nature emerge, she’s got this thing for the father, the mom starts suspecting something is up, etc. The only major deviations are the prequel-y scenes that answer questions you really didn't need answering: how she learned how to make art with those black light paints, how she managed to get all the way from Estonia to the United States, etc. It's not surprising until we get to a critical point in the story. To tell you what happens means spoiling a big event about halfway through but I don’t feel too bad about doing this, since, without this innovation, the movie isn't doing anything interesting.

We learn - in a deliciously loony scene - that mommy has always known that Esther wasn’t the real thing. She knows the real Esther is dead - accidentally killed by her older brother. Now the tiny demon is trapped in a house with two people as - if not more - despicable than she is. It makes for a really interesting turn. Officially, we're supposed to care for the innocent bystanders - not the killers - in horror film sequels but this movie knows who we really came to see. It makes up for the unremarkable intro. In fact, it's too bad we don't spend even more time with this scenario. Maybe then we'd understand why Esther might think she could ever seduce Allen. As is, they just don't have enough scenes together for you to even believe she's fallen in love with him. I'm sort of so-so on this film, leaning a bit more towards recommending it than not but the second half of this movie makes me want to see another picture, one that pushes good taste aside even further and maybe has her worm her way into a family where the dad is just as twisted and evil as her.

While there are missed opportunities in Orphan: First Kill and there are a few points where it struggles with all of the questions we “wanted” answered, this picture won me over by the end. Initially, the film is treading on a lot of familiar territory but the second half moves in a clever and unexpected direction. I don’t know if it’s wild enough to get someone who wasn’t a fan of the original to be enthusiastic about it but as someone who really enjoyed the original, I feel Orphan: First Kill growing on me. (October 12, 2022)

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'𝗢𝗥𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗡: 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟'⁣ 🎬 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 & 😎 𝗡𝗢𝗡-𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪:⁣ ⁣ 🎬: Leena Klammer, a 31yo highly-manipulative & sociopathic psychiatric patient, kills several people in 2007 while escaping from the Saarne Institute psychiatric facility in Estonia. Diagnosed with hypopituitarism, a rare hormonal disorder that gives her the appearance of a 9yo child, Leena assumes the identity of missing American heiress Esther Albright, who went missing in 2003.⁣ ⁣ Now ‘reunited’ with the Albrights, who are happy to have their youngest child returned to them after 4 long years, the high-profile family have their own secrets & the matriarch, Tricia Albright [Julia Stiles], will stop at nothing to keep one particular secret hidden forever.⁣ ⁣ As a dangerous game of cat-&-mouse develops between mother & ‘daughter,’ is there any chance that this will not turn into a bloodbath?⁣ ⁣ 😎: The success of the original 2009 film, ‘Orphan,’ stems from the perfect casting of Isabelle Fuhrman as the lead antagonist & her ability to elicit fear in the audience by violently tapping into the Damien Thorne ‘son of Satan’ tropes 1st seen in the 1976 cult horror, ‘The Omen.’⁣ ⁣ Small in stature, but dangerously large in diabolical intent, Leena Klammer/Esther Albright is deceptively innocent-looking because of her hypopituitarism, which she uses to great advantage.⁣ ⁣ However, her penchant for becoming sexually-obsessed with her ‘father’ figures is always the catalyst for her psychological unravelling.⁣ ⁣ Julia Stiles is equally unsettling in her role of Albright family matriarch, Tricia. Obsessed with appearances, her family were one of the original US settlers, having come over on the ‘Mayflower’ in 1620. Exceedingly wealthy, Tricia is incredibly calm in even the most harrowing of situations to the point of being stoically aloof.⁣ ⁣ 🔪🔪 One could only imagine how dangerous Tricia & Leena could be if they worked together rather than being at odds with each other. Watching 2 sociopaths trying to kill each other is very entertaining, though. 🔪🔪 ⁣ Thanks to @studiocanalaus; 'Orphan: First Kill,' rated 𝗠𝗔𝟭𝟱+, opened in 🇦🇺 cinemas on September 1st, 2022. ©️ (at Orphan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiHjwvzP_B3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Review: “Orphan: First Kill” is Full of Twists

A review i wrote for the school paper:

“Orphan” returns to the big screen as “Orphan: First Kill,” a prequel to the original starring Isabelle Fuhrman, Julia Stiles, Matthew Finlan, Rossif Sutherland, and directed by William Brent Bell of “The Boy” and “The Devil Inside” fame. The film gives insight into the background surrounding Esther’s (Furhman) character while giving audiences a deep dive into Esther’s disturbed mind.The film provides a perfect prequel to the original, expanding on the lore surrounding Esther while taking a different direction than its predecessor, diverging from horror mystery to psychological slasher. It gives a mix of the “Child Play” series, and “Joker” (2019) vibes.

The story begins with Esther’s escape from the Saarne mental institute in Estonia. She poses as a missing child impersonating the missing daughter of a wealthy family in America.

“Orphan: First Kill” takes a different direction from the original. Instead of being a murder mystery surrounding the danger that Esther poses to the family, with the mother as the lead, this new version instead centers on Esther’s psychological mechanism as she attempts to survive inside a household while keeping her cover.

The introduction was excellent, providing the necessary information to viewers who have not seen the first film by demonstrating the danger that Esther poses to the people around her.

The film has a superb soundtrack that juxtaposes events in the story that help demonstrate the mental state of the characters within the film.

The movie has proven itself not to be afraid to switch the table around on the audience, including a plot twist that changes the narrative halfway through the film that brings some new excitement into the traditionally expected slasher.

However, the film did tumble in the special effects, especially surrounding the usage of fire, often to render on the low end of technology. 

Overall, the film delivered an amazing experience with an all-around amazing cast that is perfect for anyone who loves a horrific plot twist.

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Leena klammer biography

After this, she was taken in by an American orphanage where she eventually met the Colemans. Eventually, she tried to seduce the father and when that failed, she killed him and his family and set fire to the house. She escaped from the hospital and tricked an American family that was called the Sullivan family into adopting her. So, to cover these, she wore the ribbons. She continued struggling against her restraints and it caused the scars on her wrists and neck. Leena was one of the Saarne's most violent patients by forcing the staff to keep her in a straightjacket that she was constantly fighting to get out of. When the police caught her, she pretended to be a child to avoid jail time and was sent to the orphanage where she found her first family of victims and moved on to the Colemans. Eventually, she managed to escape and unknowingly continued to allow herself to be abused by becoming a prostitute for years. She was subsequently caught and eventually placed in a mental institution which was the Saarne Institute. She was pushed into insanity and killed her father and his girlfriend. When her father took a new sexual partner on, he informed Leena that it was because she would "Never be a real woman". She was sexually abused by her father from infancy. Because she was physically not quite a grown woman and not quite a child, it was hard for her to have an adult relationship with a "Normal" man which was one of the things that she yearned for. Leena suffered from a pituitary disorder that caused her to be a proportional dwarf. 1.1 Becoming part of the Coleman Family.

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Orphan (2009)  Earlier drafts of the script included more information about Esther’s past and explain why she attempts to seduce her adoptive fathers. She was molested by her father for years, starting when she was an infant, and this sexualized her at a very young age and destroyed any future chance of her having her own children. Her father later took another lover, telling Esther that, because of her condition, she could never be a real woman. She murdered them both and was ultimately sent to Saarne, the mental institution. After escaping from Saarne, she worked as a prostitute in Estonia for years, mostly catering to wealthy pedophiles. When she was arrested for this, she kept up the pretense of being a child to stay out of jail and was sent to an orphanage. Esther sees herself as trapped inside the body of a child, and it disgusts her. She wants to “grow up” and be a wife, a mother, and a lover (what her father considered a “real woman”), and tries to find “love” where she thought she had had it as a child, with her new father.

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Orphan (2009)

Horror, Mystery, Thriller |

Orphan is a psychological horror film directed by Jaume Collet-Serra and written by David Leslie Johnson from a story by Alex Mace. The plot centers on a couple who, after the death of their unborn child, adopt a mysterious nine-year-old girl.

The film is an international co-production between the United States, Canada, Germany and France. It was produced by Joel Silver and Susan Downey of Dark Castle Entertainment, and Leonardo DiCaprio and Jennifer Davisson Killoran of Appian Way Productions. Principal photography for the film took place in Canada, in the cities of St. Thomas, Toronto, Port Hope, and Montreal.

Kate and John Coleman’s marriage is strained after the stillbirth of their third child Jessica, whose loss is particularly hard on Kate, who is also recovering from alcoholism. The couple decide to adopt a 9-year-old Russian girl, Esther, from the local orphanage. While their 5-year-old deaf daughter Max embraces Esther almost immediately, their 12-year-old son Daniel is far less welcoming. Kate soon bonds with Esther, developing a strong mother-daughter relationship as well as rebuilding her own with John.

One night, after talking of how things have become since Esther came into their lives, John and Kate undress and begin to have intercourse, with hopes that she will become pregnant again before Esther interrupts them. Kate becomes suspicious when Esther expresses far more knowledge of sex than expected of a child her age, but John tells her not to worry about it, as she may have picked this up from her other foster parents. Soon however, Esther demonstrates hostile behavior, killing an injured pigeon and injuring a bullying classmate at the park, furthering Kate’s suspicions.

Director: Jaume Collet-Serra

Writers: David Leslie Johnson-McGoldrick (screenplay), Alex Mace (story)

Stars: Vera Farmiga, Peter Sarsgaard, Isabelle Fuhrman, CCH Pounder, Jimmy Bennett, Margo Martindale, Karel Roden

►Cast:

Vera Farmiga…KatePeter Sarsgaard…JohnIsabelle Fuhrman…EstherCCH Pounder…Sister AbigailJimmy Bennett…DanielMargo Martindale…Dr. BrowningKarel Roden…Dr. VaravaAryana Engineer…MaxRosemary Dunsmore…Grandma BarbaraJamie Young…BrendaLorry Ayers…JoyceBrendan Wall…DetectiveGenelle Williams…Sister JudithMustafa Abdelkarim…Daniel’s FriendLandon Norris…Daniel’s FriendJulien Elia…Hospital ReceptionistLeni Parker…Delivery Room NurseGemma James Smith…TeacherPia Ajango…Saarne Institute ReceptionistMatthew Raudsepp…Saarne Institute OrderlySugith Varughese…ICU DoctorLuis Oliva…ICU Nurse (as Luis Olivia)Ferelith Young…Waiting Room NurseAndrew Shaver…Injection DoctorCharles Champagne…Esther’s School FriendZack Kifell…Schoolboy

Sources: imdb & wikipedia

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the Esther’s version of the Saarne Institute, in Orphan (2009)

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The Untold Story of Leena Klammer: Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Living In Hell Six years. That's how long I've been living in this hellhole. Six goddamn years. I was now thirty-two years old, and not much has changed over the last six years, unfortunately. I still hadn't grown (though, that wasn't exactly a big shocker anymore), and I was still locked up at Saarne. During my time in this asylum, I had, regretfully, done what Dr. Varava had suggested, and did a lot of thinking to myself. Perhaps I was trying to talk myself into seeing things from their point of view. Maybe I was insane after all? But no matter how hard I tried, I still sided with my part of the story. What do they know otherwise? To me, I was still the victim, not them. Those men I killed, they still deserved what was coming to them. But most importantly, and I can't stress this enough, still all I ever wanted, was to be loved and cherished by another man. I still wanted to be that real woman my father always wanted me to be. So no, in my eyes, I wasn't crazy or insane. I was, and still am, the innocent victim. If anyone was insane, it was those damn doctors and nurses. I didn't deserve to be treated the way I was by them. Sometimes, I believe they locked me up in here just to taunt and harass me. That's all they ever did anyways. I've also read that Bible, not even God knows how many times. Although, it was nothing but garbage to me anyway; I didn't believe in such a thing. And why should I? If some great and powerful God really was real, why would He choose to torture me this way? Couldn't he just snap His fingers and let me out of this place? Or maybe God just doesn't want to listen to my prayers. The only good thing about that Bible, was that I was able to hide my most secret possessions in there; deep inside the Bible's pages, I had hidden every picture I had of every one of those men I had killed and serviced back during my days working as a prostitute. Even the picture of my father was hidden among them as well. They were the only things I was able to keep after I was arrested. I guess it was sort of a reminder for myself; a way to give me hope and keep track of my goal to find love. Another thing that was useful about the Bible, was that it helped me to become more occupied and to pass the time. Though it was true that I didn't believe a word of it, it was still kind of entertaining to read those stories. My favorite one was about Queen Esther; a young woman, who started out as nothing but a poor, homeless orphan, but eventually grew up to be a great queen, with a loving king by her side. As I would sit alone my padded cell room, I couldn't help but wish to become like her one day, to have all my wishes and dreams come true, just like Esther's. But yet, there I was, six years later, still trapped in the same damn place. My dream of finding love still yet to come true. And it also didn't take long for me to be placed right back in that straightjacket again. Not even a full week after getting it removed, I got into trouble at the hospital's cafeteria, for jabbing my fork into a patients hand. She fucking deserved it; she was getting on my damn nerves with her fucking psychotic talk. Although, that fork sure did shut her up though. Of course, the staff didn't take my side, so I was immediately sedated and placed in the jacket again, and I haven't been able to take it off since, except for the occasional shower here and there, which the orderlies had to help me take. Over the years, I've had more than forty assaults on both patients and staff alike. Despite what those doctors say, it wasn't my fault! They treated me like a wild animal, so I, in return, reacted like one. They were the ones who mistreated me. Whenever I wasn't drugged up on pills, I was either beaten, insulted, tortured and tormented. Needless to say, I was living in my own personal hell; there was no doubt about it . . . I stood in the middle of my cell, twisting and turning my body repeatedly in an attempt to break free out of my straightjacket. I did this nearly everyday, but it was still no use. All it ever did for me was reward me with deep, painful cuts around my wrists and neck. I screamed aloud angrily, before I finally just gave up and sat down on the floor, aimlessly hitting the back of my head against the padded wall. Am I ever going to get out of here? I thought to myself over and over again. But I already knew the answer to that question. I could just see it now; I was going to die here, alone and rotting away to nothing. Six long years have already passed by, what's to say another fifty or seventy won't either? For some strange reason, I had to urge to start singing. Why did that old song 'Glory of Love' suddenly popped into my head? Maybe it was because I vaguely remember my mother singing it to me when I was a little girl, before she left. Either way, I thought the song seemed to fit my situation. Not to mention it helped me to cheer up and lift my spirits a bit, even though they were already long broken . . . "You've got to give a little, take a little, and let your poor heart break a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. You've got to laugh a little, cry a little. Until the clouds roll by a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. As long as there's the two of us, we've got the world and all it's charms. And when the world is through with us, we've got each other's arms. You've got to win a little, lose a little, yes, and always have the blues a little. That's the story of, that's the glory of love. That's the story of, that's the glory of love . . ." Once the song finished, I just continued to sit there in silent, thinking to myself. But my thoughts didn't last long, as I heard the unlocking of my cell door. I watched silently as the door slowly opened, and three orderlies and a nurse stepped in. "Alright Leena, you know the drill. Get up. It's time for your weekly therapy session with Dr. Varava," one of the orderlies informed me sternly. I sighed as I slowly stood up, while the three orderlies began the process of patting me down, checking for any weapons or anything else illegal. Once they saw I was clear, they grabbed ahold of me by my straightjacket, and lead me out the door. This process happened every Friday evening of each week. I wouldn't be lying when I told you that this was literally the only highlight of my time here. These therapy "sessions" began a week after my incarceration, and have been going on ever since for the past six years. Sometimes the sessions were as simple as sitting in Dr. Varava's office, where he would attempt to talk to me and ask me a verity of different questions; though I would usually just stay silent. But sometimes, these sessions took a more darker tone, as I was forced to participate in Electroshock Therapy. I had no other choice but to pray that that wouldn't be the case today. Believe me, I would much rather sit in an office for a few hours, than to be zapped nearly to death by electric bolts. But as always, luck was never in my favor, and that was proven to be true today as the nurse and orderlies turned the corner of the hall, pass the doctor's office and straight toward the Electroshock Therapy room. I began going into hysterics as we started to approach the door. "N-no . . . No . . . NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE! DON'T MAKE ME GO IN THERE! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs, while thrashing about violently, kicking my feet up off the ground in an attempt to stop myself from going closer to the door. But that only caused me to fall hard on my ass, forcing the orderlies to try to pull me back up as they literally dragged me down the hall, inch by miserable inch. I was crying now. Begging for dear life, "NOOO!! STOP! I'M SORRY! I'M SO FUCKING SORRY! I'LL BE GOOD, I P-PROMISE!" But, despite my attempts, they hauled me into the room anyway. The Electroshock Therapy room looked like any other operating room, with monitors, bright lights, and a lot of other medical instruments. The only difference was, instead of a stretcher, I was greeted by a chair, with multiple wires hooked up to it. Beside the chair was a large machine, which was used to administrate the amount of electric current that was to travel through my body. Standing next to the machine was Dr. Varava. He smiled at me, a smug expression on his faced while he watched as the three orderlies forcefully placed me in the chair. I looked over at the doctor pleadingly, my face stained with tears. "P-please Dr. Varava, don't let them do this to me!" I begged as the orderlies held me down in order to remove my straightjacket and strap me into the chair. No matter how hard I tried to break free of the many restraints, I couldn't move a muscle. "Leena, you must calm down. You act as if you've never done this before. You know it never lasts long, and you're always fine in the end," the doctor reminded me gently. I snarled angrily. How the fuck does he know how I feel?! I'd like to see him strapped in this chair, just to see how much he likes it! I'm sure he wouldn't be saying that crap if he was in my shoes! Even though I knew it was useless, I continued to plead and beg, while the orderlies watched in amusement, snickering at my pain. "Dr. Varava, please! I'll be good . . . I-I'll be good!" I repeated. The doctor just shook his head, "You said that last week, Leena. And remember what you did? You gave a nurse a black eye during your shower. It's not that I don't want to believe you Leena, because I do. But the fact of the matter is, you're still obviously not well. This treatment is only to help you, not to harm you." "Fuck you!" I spat, "You let me out of this right now, you stupid motherfucker! Go to hell! All of you!" But Dr. Varava just sighed, obviously use to my pathetic threats. He then began hooking up the many wires. I cried hysterically again as he placed the wired headset onto my head, tightening it up so it wouldn't fall off. "Alright Leena, open your mouth," he instructed calmly as he held the mouth guard out in front of me. It was use for protection, so I wouldn't accidentally bite off my own tongue during the shock; but to me, it was just uncomfortable torture, so I kept my mouth closed. "Leena. If you don't open your mouth on your own, then we'll have to force you. And you don't want that, do you? Come on, don't be this way." Tears rolled down my face as I had no choice but to slowly open my mouth. As soon as I did, he immediately placed the bite guard in. It was two times too big for my unusually small jaw, so you could imagine how unpleasant it was for me. After making sure it was securely in place, the doctor smiled, "Good girl. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" I watched as Varava made his way over towards the machine panel. I could already feel the heat coming off the wires as he powered it up. "Alright Leena, deep breath," he warned, "The first shock will begin in . . . Three . . . Two . . . One . . . " Like a flash of lightening, the strong volts of electricity shot through my body. I screamed loudly in pain. Even though it only lasted for a split second, it felt like the longest second of my life. "Alright now, get ready for the second shock. This one will be a bit stronger this time . . . " Another wave of pain shot through me. This time it was longer and more excruciating. It felt as if my body was on fire, inside and out. I heard Dr. Varava's voice speak again, warning me of the third shock. But I was already in so much pain at this point, everything was just a blur. My body shook violently as the third shock was administrated. I felt as if my very life was being sucked out of me; I was so weak now. I moaned as I then felt some sort of warm liquid drip down my leg and land in a puddle on the floor. I cried as I looked down, feeling completely humiliated as I heard the orderlies laugh at me. I had pissed myself. "We'll get someone to mop that up later," the doctor assured me. "Okay Leena," he spoke again,"Last shock . . . " I shook my head, trying to tell him I couldn't take much more. But the fourth, and final shock came anyway. The last shock was always the worse. I screamed again, my body shook as I immediately sat back up straight, while the bolts of electricity passed through my weak and brittled body. I was still shaking even after the shock was over. "It's okay, Leena. It's over now," I heard the doctor tell me. I breathed a sigh of relief as the orderlies began taking the equipment off me and unstrapped me from the chair. They tried to get me to stand up, but I couldn't even feel my legs, so I just collapsed onto the ground. "Get up!" one of the orderlies barked, but I couldn't move even if I tried. The orderly then grabbed ahold of me, pulling me up roughly as he and the others began fastening on my straightjacket again. I took all my strength, but I managed to bite into the orderly's hand, hard enough to draw some blood. He screamed in pain as he pulled away from me. I licked my lips; I could still taste his blood in my mouth. "You little bitch! She fucking bit me!" I flinched as he raised his hand into a fist, ready to punch me. But luckily, Dr. Varava stopped him. "Enough!" Varava yelled, "You know we're not suppose to hit our patients. That can only make matters worse for all of us!" "But did you see what that little bitch did?!" the orderly protested, but the doctor didn't listen. "I don't care. Just send Miss Klammer back to her room. Then go to the infirmary to get that bite checked. Unless you wish to lose your job?" The orderly continued to pout, but did as he was told as he and the other orderlies lead me out of the room. But once we were out of the doctor's sight, he hit me anyway. "That's what you get, you fucking freak!" he snarled. I would've tried to fight back, but at that moment, I still had absolutely zero energy. We finally made it back to my cell, where the orderlies threw me inside, then slammed and locked the door behind me, leaving me on my own once again. I laid on the padded floor, crumbled up in a small ball. I felt so weak and helpless. I might as well been dead. That's how I already felt like anyway: Dead. Maybe I was already dead, but just didn't know it yet. But you would think death would be a little less painful than this. I didn't move at all the rest of that evening. I just quietly sobbed myself into a deep, dreamless sleep. What did I ever do to deserve this? I have to get out of here, before it's too late . . .

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The Untold Story of Leena Klammer: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Welcome to Saarne Dangerous. Mentally-ill. Violent. These are the exact words the judge used to describe me. Although I personally don't agree with any of them. They described me as if I was some sort of monster, which I'm clearly not. Was it true that I had murdered a few people? Yes. But they all deserved it. My father and those men I had serviced as a prostitute, they all rejected my love in the end. They were the ones who hurt me. They brought it on themselves, not me. In my eyes, they all deserved what was coming to them. I was no monster; they were. All I ever wanted was to be loved. Is that really too hard to ask? But apparently, my reason for wanting to find love didn't set well with the authorities, as I was proven to be guilty of all seven murders. Instead of going to prison though, I was sentenced to being placed in a mental hospital. Saarne Institute, to be exact. The Saarne Institute, located in Tallinn, Estonia. At first glance, it doesn't look like much of a hospital. It was an old castle-like building, looking as if it had once belonged to royalty at some point, minus the electric fence and the guards surrounding the place of course. But on the inside, now that was a different story. Everything on the inside practically screamed mental hospital. The lights were always very dim, giving the place an even more eerie feeling than it already was. Paint was starting to peel off the walls, due to old age. Everything; the walls, ceiling, and floors were all a sickly green color. With doctors and nurses frequently roaming around the dark hallways, while the patients would scream and cry loudly within their cells. This place truly was for the insane. I didn't belong here. After having a not so glamorous mug shot taken of me, I was still in handcuffs as two strong orderlies grabbed me by both my arms and lead me down the hallway towards my new cell room. "You know, you're very small to be twenty-six. You don't look like you could be capable of such horrific murders," one of the orderlies commented, but I just stayed silent as I tried to ignore him. Then the other orderly spoke up next. They were both talking about me to each other, as if I wasn't even there. "Yeah, you know she’s the first midget we’ve ever had in this place,” the second orderly snickered, “I heard she was molested by her father for years, until she finally killed him.” The first orderly laughed cruelly, before leaning down closer towards me, “What happened, Leena? Did your daddy not stick his dick up far enough your midget pussy to please you?” I gritted my teeth; growling in anger. I wasn’t about to just sit back and let them talk shit about me! How dare they? Think they know so much? They don’t know shit about me or the hell I’ve been through! Like a wild animal, I sprung into attack. I kicked the second orderly hard in his nuts, causing him to yelp in pain, releasing his grip on my arm. Then, before the first orderly even had a chance to do anything, I pounced onto his back, wrapping both of my arms around his neck. I wrapped the chain of the handcuffs around his throat, pulling back on it tightly as I began to strangle him. “SAY IT AGAIN, MOTHERFUCKER!” I shouted, “SAY IT AGAIN!” Other nurses and orderlies who saw the incident quickly began to swarm around me, but I didn’t care. I just continued to pull on the chain harder, laughing insanely as the orderly’s face started to turn blue. But sadly, my revenge didn’t last long, as several doctors and nurses managed grab ahold of me, ripping me off of the choking man. I thrashed about wildly, kicking and screaming. “LET ME GO! DO YOU HEAR ME?! LET GO OF ME! AHHHHHH!” I screamed out loudly, but to no avail. “Somebody, hold her still!” I heard one of the orderlies shout, but I couldn’t tell which one; I was in such a panic. In the midst of all the commotion as they tried to hold me down, I suddenly felt a sharp stick, poking me in the side of my neck. Within a few seconds, my vision became fuzzy and my hearing muffled. Then finally, everything just went black . . . *** I slowly opened my eyes as I woke back up. It took a moment for my vision to return to normal; I felt so disoriented. Once my vision cleared, I looked around, examining my new surroundings: I was sitting on the floor, my back leaning up against a wall. It didn’t take long for me notice I was sitting in a small, padded cell room. Just like everything else in this old hospital, the seemingly once white padded walls were now stained with age, giving the padding a sick yellow tint to it. The only two things placed in the room was an uncomfortable looking cot, and a small, wooden nightstand. There was no window or clock, so I couldn’t tell what time of day it was. The only light I had was from the dimly lit hallway, that shown through the small peephole of the locked cell door. Not even a toilet or a shower was present in this already bare room. I sighed sadly. Is this really what I was reduced to live in? I was about to stand up, but stopped when I suddenly looked down at myself. It was then I realized that I had been placed in a straightjacket. My arms hugged tightly around my chest, unable to move as I began twisting and turning to break free, but it was no use. “What the fuck?! Let me out of this!” I yelled angrily, hoping that someone would hear me. As if by some miracle, my door began to unlock. I watched as three tall males entered the room. Two of them were young orderlies, while the third one, a much older gentleman, was a doctor. All three of whom I’ve never met before. “Ah, Leena, glad to see you’re finally awake.” The doctor spoke as he walked toward me. The two orderlies just stayed where they were by the door, glaring sternly at me; probably making sure I wasn’t going to try to escape. But the doctor was kinder, I could tell. He smiled at me warmly. I knew it was probably just a trick though, but it seemed as if he genially cared about me. But that didn’t mean I didn’t hate him, or anyone else in this hospital for that matter. They could all go to hell for all I care! “So, Leena, how are you doing on your first day here?” the doctor asked gently. I just stared at him as if he were crazy. Was this a joke? I had just been insulted, attacked, tranquilized, and placed in a straightjacket, all in the matter of just a few short hours, and this know-it-all doctor had the nerve to act like everything was all right and asked me how I was doing? Fuck him! I continued to give him the silent treatment as he stared back at me. When he realized I wasn’t going to answer, he nodded and spoke again: “Forgive me. Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself, Miss Klammer. My name is Dr. Varava. I am the head doctor here at the Saarne Institute, and I am here to check up on you from time to time, and make sure your stay with is as productive and comfortable as possible.” I glared at him as I twisted myself around in the straightjacket, “Does this look comfortable to you, Dr. Varava?” Dr. Varava nodded grimly, understanding my point. “The straightjackets are only to be used in case of emergencies, to keep staff safe from violent patients. And I heard you let quit an outburst earlier on one of the orderlies.” I frowned, looking down at my bare feet, “He . . . provoked me,” I explained quietly. “I see,” spoke the doctor, “But Leena, you must learn that here at Saarne we do not encourage violent behavior. If you have a problem with one of the staff members or other patients, you report it to me, and we will talk like civilized human beings.” I just sighed deeply, looking up at him with pleading eyes, “Please, doctor, I just want to go home now!” “Now Leena, you know better than that. You’ve only been here a few hours; that’s not enough time to get you cured. But you may leave here, once we determined whether or not you are considered sane.” Tears were swelling in my eyes now. I was already sick of this place; and something deep down told me that I would never leave. “J-just . . . Please! At least let me out of this damn jacket! Please. I’ll be good . . . I promise!” I begged pathetically. Dr. Varava looked at me for a long moment, as if he were studying me, to see if I was truthful about what I was saying. “Alright, Leena. I’ll remove the jacket. But one more incident like earlier and you’ll be placed right back in again!” I nodded my head quickly, “Y-yes, I understand. I’ll be good from now on. I swear.” Varava smiled, “Good.” The doctor then turned to the other orderlies, motioning them to come forward. They then began the process of removing my straightjacket. I sighed in relief as I was now able to move my arms again. “Thank you, doctor,” I breathed out. And I was truthfully thankful. Words cannot describe how much I hated that thing. And, true to my word, I managed to behave myself. At least this time. The doctor nodded at me as he slowly turned to leave the room, with the orderlies in tow. But then, he stopped for a second, and turned back towards me. “I don’t like to judge people, Miss Klammer. But there are a lot patients here, such as yourself, that have done some horrible things in the past. But here at Saarne, we like for our patients to try to forget about those things and move on. It helps with the recovery process a lot better . . .” I watched as he slowly opened the draw to the nightstand, pulling out a small, brown book. He looked at me, then tossed it at my feet carefully. My eyes curiously peered down at it. The book was obviously very old and used; the only thing managing to hold it together was a few small rubber bands. On the cover of the book was a cross. It was none other than a copy of the Holy Bible. “. . . I know it can get pretty lonely in here. Maybe you could read that to help pass the time, and to think hard on certain things.” I looked back up at the doctor as he said that, but stayed silent. He shrugged, then turned to head out the door, but not before I heard him say, “Welcome to Saarne, Miss Klammer.” The orderlies then closed and locked the door, leaving me alone again in the dark . . .