Post by Rhaps on Jun 30, 2013 9:15:55 GMT -4
The room is dimly lit as the last rays of sunshine sink low beneath the horizon. A figure enters the room and turns on a lamp situated on the table, next to which lies a small journal. The room itself is lined with bookshelves made from solid oak, the table situated in the centre a rich mahogany. They take a seat at the desk and their eyes fall upon the book. The figure picks it up slowly before opening the cover, the pages crackling slightly. Leaning back in the chair, they begin to read its content, the unknown person’s interest now wholly consumed by the document in front of them. A note on the front cover can be seen. It reads ‘private journal of Dr Hannah Livingstone.’
Day 1
A new patient was admitted to the psychiatric ward today by the name of Richard Adam Parsons. However, all attempts to address him by his given name have all proven futile as the patient refuses to answer to it. Instead he prefers to use nicknames and always talks in the third person. There is an air of malice around him which sends a chill down to my very soul but I remain confident that I can reach him. He has been admitted to the finest medical facility of mental health after all and I shall not rest until this man has achieved some modicum of rehabilitation back into normal life.
Day 13
Progress has been slow with my new patient. He continues to refer to himself in the third person and has now taken to addressing himself by a shortened five letter abbreviation of his name. My therapy sessions with him have also yielded little. He shows no desire to share anything about his personal life and only talks about his views of the world. He refers to his actions as nothing more than ‘perfection through chaos.’ He seems to revel in destruction but I believe this merely to be a front. For whatever reason, this man turned from a normal member of society to this broken shell of a mind. And it is one that I intend to fix.
Day 70
The patient still has provided little worthwhile information through therapy sessions so I tried alternative measures. I used regressive hypnosis therapy and it did yield some results. He spoke of an instance back when he used to compete at a company called GHW and seemed to remember a dark wood somewhere. While this small detail may prove to be merely imagery wrought up by his psyche it is still proof that even a mind like his can be reached and hopefully healed.
Day 117
The patient attacked some orderlies today. I do not know how he procured the knife but three of them were stabbed in the abdomen. I found them. Oh god I found them. He was just standing there with a sick grin on his face and his eyes were on me. Those eyes…. all the hatred and malice that one person could ever accrue over an infinite number of lives was focussed solely on me and then I knew there was no helping this man. Two of the orderlies had relatively superficial wounds but the last one was in critical condition. I don’t even know if he will pull through. And worst of all, he was my boyfriend. I never told anyone of our relationship but when that man was staring at me, I knew that he had found out somehow and had targeted him. He was targeted because of me. My bosses have kept him under lock and key and informed me that I should redouble my efforts to cure this man but what cure can there be for true insanity?
Day 206
My sessions with the patient have made no progress at all in months. Even after the initial success of hypnosis, this technique how now yielded nothing practical or of any use in helping him. I find myself hating my time with him and it takes me a while to calm down after talking to him. He speaks more to me now but strangely only to me. And its if he can see inside my very soul. He whispers to me if I walk past him in the corridor and his eyes are always on me, always with that self-same grin that I witnessed after he stabbed my boyfriend. He survived but I couldn’t bring myself to put him back in harm’s way so I transferred him to another medical facility. I suspect I will find myself doing the same before too long.
Day 214
The monster found out where my parents live! How did he do this? He’s confined now twenty-four hours a day and he is never allowed to talk to anyone. My sessions with him grow shorter and shorter and at my recommendation he may be transported to a prison facility soon. His actions have proven to be of sound mind and judgement. My parents! They received an ear in a letter and not just any ear. It was from the grave of my infant brother. He died so long ago and I have no idea as to why he is targeting me so singularly. He is truly a monster.
Day 341
I find it strange to look at myself in the mirror. All attempts to convince anyone of this man’s ruthless sanity have fallen upon deaf ears. His conversations with me have given me an insight into this man’s mind and he is far from insane. His is a mind so strong as to be completely cut off and immune to any therapy tactics or techniques. His will is indomitable and it is a will to destroy and consume whatever is in his focus. He always speaks clearly and directly to the point with me but when anyone else examines him, he reverts to an animalistic state, thus convincing everyone he is truly mad and I am being dragged down with him. How can I convince anyone that my story is true?
Day 354
I found some evidence of this man’s previous life. At first I was elated because now I might be able to use something against the monster, something to have over him but all familial connections proved to be dead ends and he has no friends to speak of. I thought if nothing else I could understand him but this too has been futile. One other thing I found was truly disturbing. When he was committed to this facility after his arrest he asked to be sent here specifically. More worrying was that before he was transported here he read my book, he knew my name; he knew everything about me. The monster researched me. He targeted me before he even arrived. What kind of freak plans all this?
Day 385
I can’t look at myself in the mirror any more. All I can see are the marks he left behind; his marks. I informed him in our last conversation that this would be our last meeting and he suddenly snapped. His eyes went wild and before I knew he had a knife held over my face. He was calm when he carved an R into each cheek and now I sit here looking at my reflection and all I can see are those eyes and that indomitable will. God would surely reach down and kill this monster if there were true justice in this world.
Day 391
The monster is gone. I do not know who ordered this but paperwork was received this morning ordering his immediate release. Worse still, he apparently has been medically proven to be fit to return to society. He is out there and lord knows what he will do next. I feel he has had his fun with me and now left to his own devices in the wide world, I am truly afraid that he will find me again. I went into his room after he left. It’s like nobody was ever there. The only thing he left behind was one word written on the wall. A location as to where he might be heading to next and God help those people when he arrives. God help the people of Concord, California.
The mysterious silhouette puts the book down. In the pale light, a thin smile can be seen as they nod their approval of what they have just read. A draw is opened and a stamp is pulled out from within. The individual pushes the journal to one side before a form is removed bearing the name of the person referred to in the document. It is a document clearing Richard Adam Parsons of all charges, releasing him out of police custody to once again roam the world at large. The stamp is pressed onto the document before being placed onto a tray of outgoing forms. One word is uttered before the lights are turned off. “Excellent.”
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Day 1
A new patient was admitted to the psychiatric ward today by the name of Richard Adam Parsons. However, all attempts to address him by his given name have all proven futile as the patient refuses to answer to it. Instead he prefers to use nicknames and always talks in the third person. There is an air of malice around him which sends a chill down to my very soul but I remain confident that I can reach him. He has been admitted to the finest medical facility of mental health after all and I shall not rest until this man has achieved some modicum of rehabilitation back into normal life.
Day 13
Progress has been slow with my new patient. He continues to refer to himself in the third person and has now taken to addressing himself by a shortened five letter abbreviation of his name. My therapy sessions with him have also yielded little. He shows no desire to share anything about his personal life and only talks about his views of the world. He refers to his actions as nothing more than ‘perfection through chaos.’ He seems to revel in destruction but I believe this merely to be a front. For whatever reason, this man turned from a normal member of society to this broken shell of a mind. And it is one that I intend to fix.
Day 70
The patient still has provided little worthwhile information through therapy sessions so I tried alternative measures. I used regressive hypnosis therapy and it did yield some results. He spoke of an instance back when he used to compete at a company called GHW and seemed to remember a dark wood somewhere. While this small detail may prove to be merely imagery wrought up by his psyche it is still proof that even a mind like his can be reached and hopefully healed.
Day 117
The patient attacked some orderlies today. I do not know how he procured the knife but three of them were stabbed in the abdomen. I found them. Oh god I found them. He was just standing there with a sick grin on his face and his eyes were on me. Those eyes…. all the hatred and malice that one person could ever accrue over an infinite number of lives was focussed solely on me and then I knew there was no helping this man. Two of the orderlies had relatively superficial wounds but the last one was in critical condition. I don’t even know if he will pull through. And worst of all, he was my boyfriend. I never told anyone of our relationship but when that man was staring at me, I knew that he had found out somehow and had targeted him. He was targeted because of me. My bosses have kept him under lock and key and informed me that I should redouble my efforts to cure this man but what cure can there be for true insanity?
Day 206
My sessions with the patient have made no progress at all in months. Even after the initial success of hypnosis, this technique how now yielded nothing practical or of any use in helping him. I find myself hating my time with him and it takes me a while to calm down after talking to him. He speaks more to me now but strangely only to me. And its if he can see inside my very soul. He whispers to me if I walk past him in the corridor and his eyes are always on me, always with that self-same grin that I witnessed after he stabbed my boyfriend. He survived but I couldn’t bring myself to put him back in harm’s way so I transferred him to another medical facility. I suspect I will find myself doing the same before too long.
Day 214
The monster found out where my parents live! How did he do this? He’s confined now twenty-four hours a day and he is never allowed to talk to anyone. My sessions with him grow shorter and shorter and at my recommendation he may be transported to a prison facility soon. His actions have proven to be of sound mind and judgement. My parents! They received an ear in a letter and not just any ear. It was from the grave of my infant brother. He died so long ago and I have no idea as to why he is targeting me so singularly. He is truly a monster.
Day 341
I find it strange to look at myself in the mirror. All attempts to convince anyone of this man’s ruthless sanity have fallen upon deaf ears. His conversations with me have given me an insight into this man’s mind and he is far from insane. His is a mind so strong as to be completely cut off and immune to any therapy tactics or techniques. His will is indomitable and it is a will to destroy and consume whatever is in his focus. He always speaks clearly and directly to the point with me but when anyone else examines him, he reverts to an animalistic state, thus convincing everyone he is truly mad and I am being dragged down with him. How can I convince anyone that my story is true?
Day 354
I found some evidence of this man’s previous life. At first I was elated because now I might be able to use something against the monster, something to have over him but all familial connections proved to be dead ends and he has no friends to speak of. I thought if nothing else I could understand him but this too has been futile. One other thing I found was truly disturbing. When he was committed to this facility after his arrest he asked to be sent here specifically. More worrying was that before he was transported here he read my book, he knew my name; he knew everything about me. The monster researched me. He targeted me before he even arrived. What kind of freak plans all this?
Day 385
I can’t look at myself in the mirror any more. All I can see are the marks he left behind; his marks. I informed him in our last conversation that this would be our last meeting and he suddenly snapped. His eyes went wild and before I knew he had a knife held over my face. He was calm when he carved an R into each cheek and now I sit here looking at my reflection and all I can see are those eyes and that indomitable will. God would surely reach down and kill this monster if there were true justice in this world.
Day 391
The monster is gone. I do not know who ordered this but paperwork was received this morning ordering his immediate release. Worse still, he apparently has been medically proven to be fit to return to society. He is out there and lord knows what he will do next. I feel he has had his fun with me and now left to his own devices in the wide world, I am truly afraid that he will find me again. I went into his room after he left. It’s like nobody was ever there. The only thing he left behind was one word written on the wall. A location as to where he might be heading to next and God help those people when he arrives. God help the people of Concord, California.
The mysterious silhouette puts the book down. In the pale light, a thin smile can be seen as they nod their approval of what they have just read. A draw is opened and a stamp is pulled out from within. The individual pushes the journal to one side before a form is removed bearing the name of the person referred to in the document. It is a document clearing Richard Adam Parsons of all charges, releasing him out of police custody to once again roam the world at large. The stamp is pressed onto the document before being placed onto a tray of outgoing forms. One word is uttered before the lights are turned off. “Excellent.”
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