‘is for the doctor’ “is for the murderer”

A file about the 2003 murder case in order to protect the privacy of the individuals and victims, in the following article, all names have been altered except the murderer. The details of the story had been adapted to make it smoother, but the doctor tried to tell the whole thing. Mr. Helen Otis, I called out to the boy who sat in front of me, but he didn’t reply. He was wearing a light blue patient rob, dark green circles under his eyes, messy jet-black hair, and skin as pale as paper. He gazed straight at me like how predators’ stairs at its own pray. I’m a psychiatrist, my job is to interview patients. He’s been here for some time now, but I’ve never seen him communicate with any of the patients. He always stayed in the corner of the room. Needless to say, he was an eccentric kid. This is a judicial psychiatric hospital, the only difference between this place and the asylum hospital is that this is the way we treat patients with criminal records, to prevent the patients from another infraction. He kept silent it didn’t help at all ‘do you know this’ I pulled out a picture in front of him, it showed a set of black rimmed glasses on the road, this was his crim scene he stared at the picture and spoke “this is from my best friend.” ‘Can you tell me something about it?’ I asked but he just stared at me without saying a single word. ‘look since you came here, we haven’t been making any progress if you can tell me something about this then just tell me about it please’ after I finished my plead, he heaved a sigh and said “its rather a long story “his story is about a quiet teen in class who was accused of stealing a watch which belonged to a very popular classmate this caused him to be bullied by a group students. He and one of his students named Tom became friends but, later found that his friend had framed him they argued at the rooftop and Tom accidently fill to his death. This is a photo of Tom’s glasses after the accident accrued. “I tried to save him, I tried to pull him up but he let go of my hand, I didn’t know what he was thinking at the time.” He finished his story, and looked down at his hands, he seemed to be thinking about something. Recalling seemed to be giving him anxiety. I had predicted this before he even said anything. The patients who where sent her as well as their cases are recorded in their files. intriguing cases from high schools are very common for teens like Otis. ‘what happened after that?’ I continued my questions at least were making some improvement. After Tom died, Halloween was just around the corner, and the school had a Halloween party, and everyone had to dress up. I prepared a mask one night before the event, was so tired so I napped and I found myself here.” in the file it stated that he killed 17 people that night. No one knows how he did it they didn’t ignore the fact that there might be more than one person involved “do you know what happened during the party? any details?” I asked he shook his head and continued to look down at his fingers. “doctor why I’m I here?” He asked quietly ‘because your ill’ I answered he rose his head in response. ‘come on your only 14 years old and your future is very bright.’ I smiled as I said that I wanted to let him know that I’m his friend not an enemy. This is what I said to the boy this was the first time that he ever spoke more than a word, well at least he’s talking now we made good progress here. The atmosphere always suffocated me, maybe because this is a hospital. Not the best place for a sane person to stay for long. I get surrounded by different patients everyday in our second interview we met in a small room like the previous time I greeted him with a smile and he responded with a few blinks I took that as a greeting from him as I sat down in my place I put down his files and my notes on his case we chatted about how his parents issues and how it affected him no need for me to tell any details due to his privacy his family is very dysfunctional he grew up under his parents twisted faith and overly high expectations which effected his growth he lost some basic human traits but he didn’t notice plus he doesn’t seem to know how to express his feelings due to the environment he grew up in its hard to change the patients opinion on their family faith. Although he rarely talks to other people in the hospital he talks politely whenever he does. We chatted sometimes we sat on the white bench on the park, we looked like best friends in this place the patients where randomly picking up fights with each other. He wound pick fights but either does he stop them. He always manages to avoid any form of chaos, and live peacefully that’s pretty smart of him. In the year 2001 , 3rd of October he was discharged from the hospital after receiving treatment for 7 years and its time for him to return back to society he’s now 21 years old he was no longer the young boy I remember thinking back it made me feel happy for him ‘don’t you ever come back here, Helen if you come back here again we will only meet when your sitting on an electric chair ‘those where the last words I said to him he nodded I response I truly hopped I wouldn’t see his face here again after he discharged from the hospital he was behaving well we sometimes talk by e-mail or meet up at a café we talk about what we where doing now. He works as a cleaner and a mover as a part time job his body has grown quite muscular looking much healthier than when I first time that I had saw him he had a small amount of cash and rented a small old house; the environment was quiet and nice. He brought some art tools and started to draw. He told my that he wanted to become a painter. He still didn’t talk much but I’m happy that he found his goal in life. After we confirmed that he wasn’t any threat to society we finished our observations on him. In the year 2003, October there were a few missing person cases, Judy gorge and Maggie wang both age 24 were a few of the victims who where missing. These cases where very popular at the time but I didn’t really care. The police have no clue on who where responsible for these cases, they thought it was a guilty pleasure freak behind them, there was no specific motive it was seem that this was all done for some sick satisfaction. Making him or her harder to track down until the police found out that they where all at the same class with Helen Otis before he entered the hospital, as well as the survivors from the gruesome case from a few years ago. The police decided to investigate his house. When I saw the news, I felt my heart skip a beat I tried to contact him as well but to no avail. Something bad was going to happen I sat in front of my TV, my mind jammed like glue I can’t think of anything or do anything. ‘god no please no.’ echoed in my mind on the 17th of November, the night was dead quit the place was silent, which made his house in the middle of the field look more eerie. The police broke the lock on the door and opened it slowly. A rotten stench greeted the intruders from the darkness of the house. One of the police men shown a torch through the home. Surprisingly there wasn’t any peace of furniture in the entire structure. Apparently, no one had lived there for a quite some time they moved inside quietly to check the source of the smell, and suddenly one of the policemen felt something brush against his shoulder, when he pointed his torch up, he saw something that scarred his mind. An upside-down human with a twisted face was eyeing the police. The corpse’s body has been hanging. The policeman freaked out and called to the others as he scanned the rest of the house with his torch. The house was full with such corpses, like a butcher shop. Every single body’s flesh was drawing canvas, and the writing on top of it was the process of killing the victims. One of the body’s jaw had gotten ripped away brutally all the paint on the canvas was brown this was proven later to be the victim’s blood after analysis, turning brown because of the oxidation. It was the total of 5 bodies in this house, including Judy and Maggie. The other 3 where the once who gave witness about the murder case involving Helen to the police men a few years ago. This home seemed to be more like a gruesome art gallery of victims and a butcher. all of the bodies and canvases were facing the entrance, as if they where greeting the one’s who enters this place. The police couldn’t figure out the intention of the murderer other than him making a cruel joke. I fell into despair I never felt before, really hoped that he was not the one who did this after the news was published, neither can I eat nor sleep normally. My health was sliding downhill, my sanity escaping. Anything can be worse than this? I really want to go back in time and punch myself. The next day after the news was released, I received a call from the police and they asked me about the murderer. They received Helen Otis’ patient file from me. I told them everything I knew about him. The police took note that I was not well. I told them that I was terribly shaken by the discovery of Helen Otis. I told them that Helen is a really good person, he was just walking down the wrong path, I thought that I had stopped him from going astray, the police found a letter at the crim scene. They asked me to stay calm, the letter was written for me. I asked to receive a copy of the letter from the police. They complied, and then they left. I stared at the letter, thinking of whether to read it or not. I was on the verge of breakdown, I felt something in the letter would worry me. As I sat back in my couch, I don’t know how long I was staring at that letter in my hands. Then I slowly opened it, and began to read “dear doctor, I finally remember what happened that night after I looked at my mask. That night 7 years ago, the day before Halloween. I kept fidgeting on my bed unable to sleep. All of the things that happened to me stung my mind like needles, that time I thought to myself, I had to do something about it! And it happened I threw a turned-on hair dryer into a public bathtub, there were a lot of people present. I remember I used a simple fork to dig someone’s eyes out, I remember I attacked everyone who lived in the student dorm I can’t fully remember all the details, I just did what my mind told me to. When no one was screaming or struggling anymore, peace fell upon me, a peaceful feeling I never felt before. I felt my one deserved slumber, on a pile of bloody bodies. When I opened my eyes again, I saw you doc you said that the reason I’m here is because I’m sick. Well I must be pretty ill for now but I never felt so peaceful in my life. Maybe I’m better off to be sick like this. You told me the next time that we meet is on the electric chair, what if it was the other way around? You must know that I have got my own way to meet you in person. See you soon :)” when I finished his letter, my mind went completely blank. What the hell was he trying to say? His last words sent a chill down my spine, I felt like a prey to him, I came one of his targets to hunt down wait no, maybe when he was still in the hospital, I was already a prey to him, maybe, he longed for this day to come. God knows what was going on his head! He never showed his emotion, even though I’m his doctor. I could never truly understand what kind of person he was. I even thought of him as a friend, Hell I even said he was my own child! Everything we went through was just a lie?! Why am I so dumb that I forgot the rules of the hospital? They won’t send any sane person into that place! The police won’t be patrol at this time. My life is like an unstable time bomb, until the day he gets arrested, I will never know what he will do my chance of getting killed by him will stay the same. I don’t know when the worst scenario will happen to me, so I wrote it down at least…. I won’t die without letting others know what happened, I live alone and its bad. I began to be paranoid of my own environment, even little things made me jump, before any of this happened, he used to be the most harmless patient I’ve ever met with but now, he can kill me any second, he wanted to, I’m like a helpless prey. That’s what I get for ignoring the fact that he’s a criminal, and tried to save him myself. This is not a lost ten who walked the wrong path in his life, this is actually a real life criminal and here I am staring at what he is really capable of. Maybe his staple behaviour was all nothing but an act. The moment that I felt happy for his {recovery} was only for me. I don’t know how to face him anymore, I don’t know what was going to happen next. I truly hope that everything will be ok soon. I just heard my house’s door open. This article was written in Dr.Elmor Christopher’s notebook in the drawer, there was some old newspaper articles attached with it. He already moved out of his house when the new house owner had found this and posted it online. The end is still a mystery.

To be continued …