I could tell just from our first session that the other hospital he had been to had abused the hell out of him. These places are supposed to help the patient get better, not make them worse, goddammit! Anyways, yes, he had scars and bruises all over his body, and he recoiled away from me each time I came within six inches of him. He was acting almost exactly like a child with abusive parents, just… I don't know how to explain it. I should get to the point. I'm this man's therapist, and in this journal I will be recording our sessions together. Here's what happened today, our first time together.
Me: Hello.
Beyond: …
Me: Are you going to talk to me?
Beyond: … -scoots away from me-
Me: Why not?
Beyond: …
Me: You can talk to me. I won't hurt you. You could tell me I'm fat and ugly and I wouldn't do a thing.
Beyond: -sighs, mutters something I can't understand-
Me: Can you speak up please?
Beyond: -quietly- Talking always leads to pain…
Me: Beyond, we won't hurt you here. The people at that hospital are bad people, and they are going to court.
Beyond: Just like I never did…
Me: -sighs-
-A few minutes of silence go by-
Me: Beyond, can you tell me why you are so sad?
Beyond: My bruises hurt.
Me: Well, we can heal those bruises. I think you're going in for your medical evaluation soon, so I'm sure they'll treat your wounds there.
Beyond: That's good.
Me: Can you tell me why you murdered those people? Did you not like them or something?
Beyond: … I… I did it because of someone I love dearly. Someone who forgot about me. He betrayed me. Kicked me aside after everything I had ever done, ever worked for. His name…. is L.