Sleepless

1.Bloody Painter

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  A file about the 2003 Murder Case.

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In order to protect the privacy of the individuals and victims, in the following article, all names have been altered except the murderer.
The details of the story have been adapted to make it smoother, but I will try to tell thing.

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"Mr. Helen Otis?"    I called out to the boy who sat in front of me, but he didn't reply.
He was wearing a light blue patient robe, His dark green circles under his eyes, his messy jet black hair, and his skin, pale as paper. His gaze straight at me, like how a predator stares at its prey.
I'm a psychiatrist, my job is to interview patients. He's been here for some time now, but I've never seen him communicate with other patients. He always stayed in the corner of the room. Needless to say, he was an eccentric child.

This is a judicial psychiatric hospital. The only difference between this is the way we treat patients with a criminal record, to prevent the patients from another infraction.

His silence didn't help at all. "Do you know this?" I pull out a picture in front of him, it showed a set of black-rimmed glasses on the road, this was his crime scene..
He stared at the picture and spoke softly, "This is from my best friend."
"Can you tell me something about it? "I asked but he just stared at me without saying a single word. 
"Look, since you came here, we have not been making any progress. If you can tell me something about this, then just tell me about it. Please." After I finished my plead, he heaved a sigh and said, "It's rather a long story..."

His story is about a very quiet teen in the class who was accused of stealing a watch which belonged to a very popular classmate. This caused him to be bullied by a group of students. He and one of those students named Tom became friends, but later found that his friend had framed him. They argued at the rooftop and Tom accidentally fell to his death. This is the photo of Tom's glasses after the accident occured.
"I tried to save him, I tried to pull him up, but he let go of my hand, I didn't know what he was thinking at the time." He finished his story, then looked down at his hands. He seems to be thinking about something. Recalling seemed to give him anxiety.
I had predicted this before he said anything. The patients who were sent here as well as their cases are recorded in their files. Intriguing cases  from high schools are very common for teens like Otis. Bygone memories of the past fade. But not in the case of Tom's death. Maybe that's why Helen can't forget the past or forgive himself.

"What happened after that?" I continued my questions, at least we're making some improvement. 
"After Tom died.....Halloween was just around the corner, and the school had a Halloween party, and everyone had to dress up. I prepared a mask one night before the event, I was tired so I napped ... and then I found myself here."
In the file, it stated that he killed 17 people that night. No one knows how he did it. They don't rule out the fact more than 1 person was involved.
"Do you remember what happened during the party? Any details?" I asked. But he shook his head and then continued to look down at his fingers, "Doctor, why am I here?" He asked quietly.
"Because you are ill." I answered. He rose his head in response. "Come on, you are only 14 years old, your future is still very bright." I gave him a pat and smile, hoping to cheer him up. I want to let him know that I'm his friend, not an enemy.
This was what I said to that boy, this was the first time that her ever spoke more than a word. Well, at least he was talking now. We made good progress here.

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The atmosphere always suffocates me, maybe because this is a hospital. Not a best place for a sane person to stay for long.
I get surrounded by different patients every day. I had grown accustomed to it until now. I feel something unfamiliar. I feel like I am a frail sheep amongst a pack of hungry wolves. I am pretty sure this place is  slowly eating my sanity away little by little.
Something in Helen Otis's file stuck with me. I decided to ask him in person in the next coming interview.