The year was 1881. You were the youngest child in your family. You had 10 siblings, but you were the only one that still lived with your parents. You were 17 years old, and your parents thought that you were mental. You thought that they were the mental ones. They just couldn't see the way you could. They couldn't hear the music that you could.

Your parents found you one night, only in your night gown, your hands and clothes covered in ink. There were papers all over your floor. Each paper was a blueprint, a map, a writing, or anything else similar. Your parents were terrified, so they locked you in a bedroom with nothing in it. They soon let you out and said that they were taking you to a psychiatrist. It took a long time to get you dressed because of how hard you fought back, and it took even longer to get you into the carriage.

When you arrived at the psychiatrists home you were sat in the living room with your parents and the man. He was a middle aged man with brown hair and glasses. He had several moles on his face. You wouldn't speak, but your parents showed him all your papers. He looked them over and eventually explained that you were a genius, but they didn't get it.

This psychiatrists named Edmund, decided to do a little experiment. He put you in a large room. On one half of the room had feminine clothes, activities, and other things a young woman like yourself was expected to want, while the other side of the room had paper, ink, pens, paint, liquor, and cigars.

After a day of you being in this room all by yourself, around 11:00 pm is when Edmund came in to see what you had done. He walked in to see you had taken your dress of was in your under clothes. Your corset surprisingly remained. There were papers all over the floor, you had a glass of gin and a cigar. You were on your hands and knees on the floor, doing something he couldn't see from behind.