The Dead House

The doctors dosed me again. It was like I was back to that messed-up place after they died. It’s like I lost it myself as well as Carly.

Honestly, Dee, I have no idea what I’m going to do.

I’ve had more dreams. What is going on???

I keep hoping I’ll discard when the sun rises.




Fourth Entry



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Fifth Entry

I watch them watching me. They stare and they analyze, hoping to figure out what has broken. Where they’ve gone wrong, never for a moment thinking that what I told them might be true. They call me the real Carly now. Suddenly, she’s the alter. Funny how quickly they turn it all around.





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69 days until the incident




Inpatient Therapy Notes

Dr. Annabeth Lansing

Patient File [Johnson-C-0399524], Session #59

Thursday, 25 November 2004



Carly was found sprinting along the east hall. There were lesions on her hands and feet, and Nurse Tulk informs me that she appeared terrified. When Health-care Assistant Rogers caught her, she scratched his cheek and screamed wildly, kicking out. Nurse Tulk reports that she was staring down the corridor, eyes wide and manic, saliva dried on her lips.

She insists she did not hurt herself, but that “something” was in the room with her. I have no choice but to believe the injuries are self-inflicted, and her nails have been cut short to prevent further damage.

We have started a saline drip for dehydration, and for now she has been locked in her room. I fear she may be a danger to others.



The Johnson Claydon Diaries

Sixth Entry

My mind climbed out the window… They think they can cage me? My nails could be broken and bloody, but what would that matter? My body is a tool.

Up here, my mind seems to open up. I can picture the rows of psychiatric wards that lie dull and dead under a moon that should make them sparkle, and I can almost hear the silent sobs from within each blocky window. This is different from Elmbridge, but it’s still a roof. I can still fly. If I want.

And I still float here and wonder why I don’t—what’s holding me down?

Carly. Please. Where are you?



Carly? Are you there?





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Inpatient Session Recording #59 [Ref: Johnson-Inp-0033]

Friday, 26 November 2004, 11:13 AM

Claydon Youth Psychiatric Facility, Somerset

Dr. Annabeth Lansing (AL) and Carly Luanne Johnson (CJ)

(AL): What is it, Carly?

[Silence]

What’s so amusing to you? Hm?

[Slow laughter]

Care to share it with me?

[Laughter building]

Carly.

[Raucous laughter]

Come on, now. Let’s talk, shall we?

[Laughter becomes manic]

Very well. We’ll try again tomorrow.


[End of tape]




The Johnson Claydon Diaries

Seventh Entry