The Franklin Series: Torment

Entry Three

February 1st, 1979

The police have stopped questioning me, finally. Despite my grandmother's written confession, they still feel the need to harass me. I was never a part of those activities. How could they believe that I killed my whole family? That would mess up everything for me.

I am interested to see what their next excuse will be to bring me down to the police station if there is one. I am confident that they will recognize my innocence in time. There are only three years left of my course before I can open my practice and clear my name permanently. I can manage for that long. I've been through worst for more time.

I kept my grandfathers' notes and journals. I've been searching for them, and I think he was on to something. Maybe shock therapy can restart the brain.

It's too bad that form of therapy is looked on poorly. It could really improve people's lives, especially if we caught it early enough. It might seem to mean to shock your child with a high voltage, normally I would agree. However, this could change everything we've ever known or thought we knew about neurological functions during sleep.

I have a plan in mind for the research study I'm going to implement when I finish my studies and placement. It is only in the beginning stages of creation. I can run it out of my own facility.

I have my eye on an abandoned building in the woods near Johnsonville. It would be the perfect place to keep my subjects while I am actively studying their conditions.

However, I have yet to work out a way to acquire employees who won't ask too many questions. Some people will do anything for a big paycheck.