Mason Holt's

Transcripts of recorded patient-doctor interviews conducted by Doctor Conrad Kolby, psychiatric and therapeutic doctor from Mason Holt's High Security Psychiatric Hospital.
-=Doctor
~=Patient


Patient Details
Full name: Willem Bernhard Floris Van Dael
Age: 19
Date of birth: 24/11/1993
Hair colour: brown
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 5'4
Additional: Brittle bone disorder, young father.
Interview No.: 1
-Willem? Can you tell me where you are? You seem unfocussed. Do you know where you are?

Willem? Look at me, Willem. My name is Doctor Kolby. I'm here to help.
~I'm lost.
-Lost? Lost where?
~I can't see anything, or hear anything...and everything smells of blood...
-Are you here often?
~I want to go home.
-I'm afraid you can't go home.
~It's too hot! Is there a window? A light? How can somewhere so dark be so warm?
-Do you know why you're here?
~...I killed Katrien.
-They think you're sick.
~They think a lot of things.
-What sort of things?
~They get inside my head. They think horrible things and spit them at me, but to everyone else, no-one is there.
-...Who are they?
~Dead people.
-Do you recognise them at all?
~I wish they were bluebirds...bluebirds would be nicer, right?
-I can't say for sure. Do you recognise these people?
~Yes
-Who are they?
~I can't say.
-Why can't you say, Willem?
~They'll kill me.
-You're safe here.
~I want to go!
-Willem, listen to me, you are perfectly safe here, okay?
~Please can I just go?
-If you must. First I just need to ask a few questions.
~Okay.
-You hear voices, right?
~Dead People.
-Including your daughter?
~The one I killed.
-So that's a yes?

What does she say to you, Willem?
~She's making me pay.
-For her death?
~She hates me for it...and she's lonely, so lonely. She's so lonely and scared and she wants her mum and dad!

Full name: John Lewis St Crow
Age: 22
Date of birth: 14/4/1991
Hair colour: Brown
Eye colour: Hazel
Height: 5'5
Additional: Right eye missing. Autistic. Orphan.
Interview no.: 1

-Morning, John.
~Good morning Doctor.
-What brings you to the Mason Holt?
~I'm listed as my father's next of kin, his only living relative. His fortune is mine.
-And why spend it here?
~Because I'm psychotic?
-You're not psychotic, John.
~I carry a knife, a knife that has actually killed in the past.
-Would you like to talk about that?
~Which one?
-Whichever comes to mind.
~...I was eight...no, younger...very cold...I lived outside...and there were people...people who saw what they thought was a helpless child and they tried to sexually abuse me...so I stabbed them with a kitchen knife. Doctor?
-Yes?
~I want you to be entirely truthful with me and tell me how that isn't psychotic.
-You acted in self defence, you only wanted to protect yourself.
~I'm not the one who needs protecting. They are.
-Do you ever see yourself as a protector or an innocent? Maybe a victim?

John?
~Once or twice.
-Care to elaborate?
~I used to have a daughter. She died. Arson.
-I see. And having her, you felt like her protector?
~I lost her. I failed. I failed my second daughter as well, she's dead too.
-I'm so sorry to hear that.
~I just want a happy, healthy daughter cruellest fates won't take from me.
-I understand that.
~Do you have children, Doctor?
-No, not yet.
~You're a lot older than me.
-Does that mean something?
~It makes you harder to trust.
-How so?
~I've been attacked by many older men.
-Attacked?
~Attacked, robbed, raped, shot at by...
-Would you like to talk about that?
~No.
-Why not?
~It's a sensitive subject and it upsets me.
-Of course. But the point of these sessions you yourself are paying for is that you can work through these tough experiences, and you'll have to talk about them at some point.
~I know, Doctor.
-Would you like to go back to your room, John?
~Can I go watch television? I would much rather watch television.
-That should be fine, John. Can I just say something?
~Yes?
-You seem very jittery.
~The guards took my knife.
-It's a dangerous weapon and the people here are dangerous people.
~I need my knife.
-No you don't.
~I need it.
-Why?
~It makes me feel safe.
-I'm sorry, it's too dangerous, John.
~I need it! Give it back! Give me my fucking knife! I need my knife! I need it!
-Calm down.
~I need my fucking knife! I'm not safe without it!
-I can assure you that you are perfectly safe, John.
~No you can't! You're lying! That knife has saved my life countless times and I need it!
-Saved your life?
~The knife! Where is my knife?
-Can I have security in here please?
~I need my knife, I need it! Now!
-Sedate him.

Patient Name: Henry Donald Heathcliffe
Age: 28
Date of Birth: 25/03/1986
Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 5'9
Additional: -
Interview No: 1

~I remember being in the kitchen. My wife and I was talking normally, chatting along and all. It was a nice memory. We were joking, and laughing, and happy, and I put down my mug, and she suddenly...lost it...Her palms snapped against my chest and pushed and I lost my footing and fell...I cracked my jaw off the corner of the counter and she ran off...and to this day I have no idea why she was angry at me.
-Did your wife hit you often?
~Quite often...I could have defended myself or hit back, but the one time I did everyone berated me for being a wife beater...
-Double standards, Henry. They're everywhere in this world, unfortunately. Some things are strangely acceptable for girls to do to boys but not the other way around. Socially speaking, that is. I don't think she was right to do that.
~I should have just...accepted it.
-No, Henry, nobody should have to live with abuse.
~I've had this shit since I was a kid though.
-No wonder you couldn't take it any more.
~It would happen a lot though. Everything would be normal, I would annoy her and she would lose it and hit me and I would have no clue what I'd done wrong. She could be so violent, but she was the first person to show me love. The first person to make me happy. I had to put up with it, or I'd lose that happiness.
-It sounds to me like she isn't the only problem.
~No...Asia was abusive, yeah, but she was latest in a long line.
-Was there abuse in your childhood?
~...A little...
-A little?
~My dad was drunk a lot...
-And where was your mother?
~She was an artist. She travelled.
-How often?
~I barely saw her.
-I see. Did you resent not having a mother figure?
~I...I guess so...
-Hmm...what kind of things did your father do?
~Just shout and hit.
-And is that all your wife did?
~Asia could sometimes be a bit nasty...
-And did you resent her?
~No, I loved her.
-Why?
~Why does anyone love anyone?
-What did you like about Asia?
~She was always a lovely girl. Always able to offer a kind word and warm smile, and so beautiful. I don't understand why she would turn around and hit me.
-Some people don't have everything aligned right in their heads.
~It was...painful...in more ways than one.
-I understand, Henry, I really do.
~You've never been through this though.
-But I've seen a lot of pain in my time, and I understand how awful it must be for you.
~You really don't, because I love her and I never want to be apart from her.
-But you are apart from her.
~It's not my fault, she was hurting me first, I did it in self-defence...
-I know, I know. I'm here to help you work through it all. Don't worry, Henry, I'm not here to judge, just to help you.