Random Roleplays

Sanitorium III

Emma gathered her clip board, pen and bag as she headed down the hall of the asylum. She had been working her for about a year now since she was 17.

Sure, it was full of crazies, but it was fun.

She reached her destination and scanned her card, then went in, seeing her patient. "Hello Jeffery."

He looked at her "hi."

She smiled at him and set down her clip board. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm Okay." He answered, hiding his true feelings from his love.

"No nightmares?" She asked, writing down something.

" I don't remember my dreams from last night."

She nodded and wrote that down as she took a file out of her bag, frowning and sighing.

"What's wrong pudding?" He asked.

"I gotta question you about stuff again." She set down the file and opened it up, shivering slightly at the photos of his mauled family.

He nodded "okay."

How could he have done that? Not only his family but to his neighbors? "...Why did you do it?" She asked, reading the question off the paper on her clip board.

"Do what?" He asked.

"Kill your family and neighbors?"

" which neighbors?" He asked.

She looked through the photos and showed him the neighbors.

"Oooh those ones! Yah, I don't know."

She nodded and wrote that down. She asked him other questions and then put the file away.

"Alright, what would you like to do for your therapy session? I brought some pens and paper you can sketch on, I brought a puzzle..." Emma looked through her things and took out her water bottle.

"Can I make paper dolls?"

She nodded and smiled, handing him the paper and then took out some string.

He began to make individual dolls.

She always watched carefully how his hands moved so slowly and gently with each doll he made. How was he such a dangerous man?

Each of the dolls what's like a deformed person.

"Do these dolls represent someone?"

He shrugged "I don't know."

She picked one up that he made and looked at it. It looked like his mom. She set it down carefully and picked up another. They were of his first victims. She looked at the container of chocolate pudding that was untouched, looking a bit surprised.

He set all of the dolls in a circle and took 4 aside. One that looked like him and 3 other boys.

"Who are those three?" She asked, pointing tot he three boys.

"They were my bullies." He said tearing off their heads one by one.

She nodded and watched as he tore them to shreds.

He had one of the dolls make it look like he was holding bleach and wine and poured it in the Jeff doll before he placed a paper fire on his doll and tore up the last bully.

'I see... He's re-playing what happened to him.' Emma reached over and took his hand softly, giving it and gently and caring squeeze like a mother would as she looked at his eye. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again..."