Twisted Image by Jacob Long (red novels txt) 📕

March 1, 2011

Another success; The Bessemer Process proves yet again to have extraordinary ability toward curing mentally ill patients of their afflictions. This time the subject was Jo Marie Ostrowski, who suffered from paranoid delusions. The isolation proved instrumental in the treatment, supporting my theory that forcing the patient to focus, and stopping treatment only to eat and sleep, severely limit the time it takes to cure the illness. Normally patients go about their days after treatment in their ward or wherever and most of whatever progress was made is lost. My process eliminates that wasted time and cures within weeks. I can’t believe I got to write that word again. CURE!!! My process hasn’t just treated these illnesses, it has CURED them! Mary Jo was cured in only twenty-one days! And I was allotted thirty! This is even less time than when I treated the two with social anxiety disorder and Asperger’s syndrome.
The next subject will be my most daunting challenge yet; the patient is diagnosed as having advanced delusionary schizophrenia with involuntary narcissistic rage. A split personality. His case file is a very interesting read. After I cure him, the board will have to submit my findings to the psychological society as facts and psychiatrists across the country will be trained in this process. My name will be remembered for all time. Alicia Bessemer, inventor of the revolutionary Bessemer Process.


March 1, 2011 (cont.)

I met my patient earlier today; Lance Firnstahl. He’s a fascinating fellow. His demeanor struck me as sheepish but Director Sprink seemed convinced that I should be extremely cautious around him. I suppose I never got the chance to meet his alter ego. The director referred to him as Desmond. I wonder if to cure Lance I’ll have to treat this other personality as well; get him to accept that Lance does not need him anymore. The thought is actually kind of sad. It will be like I’m asking him to accept…dying.
At least I’ll always have Paul or Jimmy watching out for me if this Desmond character does anything creative. Despite my reservations, there is a part of me that hopes to meet him before this is all over. I want to know how he feels about being created, about not having a real life or memories…about being a surrogate personality.
Lance didn’t accept the idea of not having any modern pleasures in his room with grace. I know how he feels, but I also know that he’ll get over it. I did. This fancy renovated warehouse has really become my second home.


March 2, 2011

Alright, so Lance is starting to creep me out. No big deal. He’s so intelligent and calculating. His score on my big competency test was very good. Only one in four people are able to score as highly as he did. What struck me most was his extremely attuned empathetic prowess. Yesterday he caught me in a lie, and while I think I still got away with it, it was unnerving that he was able to come up with my actual hidden intentions exactly. He didn’t just think I was lying, he actually seemed to know what I was thinking. Today I thought he could read what I was writing on my paper at extreme distance and at a peculiar angle. Again, he seemed rather to know what I was thinking rather than being able to see.
On a more personal note; I found Lance’s self-image to be incredibly objective. He described himself as intelligent, articulate, testy, cynical, mild-mannered, and sensitive. This is exactly how I would have described him. Perhaps this other personality in him; who he claims to have a constant dialogue with; told him these things. It’s intriguing.
His idea of his childhood seemed a little slanted. He felt that it was harder than it should have been. I do not feel that he gave me adequate evidence to back this up though. He does claim that his father was abusive. Could it have been so bad as to have created a split personality? I suppose he could have been forcing Lance to suppress himself and his feelings, causing a crack. Lance claims that he does not remember the incident that led him to be incarcerated in the psychiatric ward so I will need further investigation.
What really vexes me though is that he doesn’t believe he’s ever been in love. His view of love is so cynical that I find it hard to believe he’s been open to the idea. If Lance feels he’s never been in love, then he probably feels no one cares about him. This concerns me because, according to Emile Durkheim’s study of suicide, a connection to society is a strong deterrent to mental problems. He can’t remember having had any dreams for a long time either. Not having any dreams may indicate a lack of R.E.M. sleep. R.E.M. sleep and dreaming is very important to mental health as well. People need to dream, or they’ll…you know…go insane.
At least he shows a definite interest in being cured of his schizophrenia. He misses things about the outside world and still has dreams for the future. There is hope. Tomorrow I may even get to speak to his other personality and ask these questions to him. It will be exciting, I’m sure.


March 3,

Desmond is the polar opposite of Lance. I did get to speak to him. It was as fascinating as I expected. His view of the world is completely different than Lance’s. It’s much more cynical. And his view of himself is very narcissistic. I guess I’m not surprised.
The questions about Desmond’s childhood were useless. But what I thought was cool was that Desmond has memories of Lance’s parents. Apparently he’d been watching from behind Lance’s eyes for quite some time before getting fed up with his “back of the bus attitude.” Desmond’s impression of his “family” was similar to Lance’s.
Desmond couldn’t give me a straight answer about his dreams. When I asked what his dream occupation was, he said “Porn Star.” Maybe I should have taken him seriously.
Lance claimed not to have dreams when he slept, but Desmond says he experiences new dreams every night. This begs the question: Is Desmond taking dreams from Lance? Is Lance’s brain divided up like assets in a divorce? I’ve never even heard about this before.
On top of this; Desmond called his existence a constant dream state. It’s like a dream because he can see what’s happening, but he can’t control it. He’s been subjected to this for years. I feel kind of sorry for him.
When asked if he’s ever been in love, Desmond told me he didn’t know what it was. He’s not a very good liar, of course. I could see it in his eyes. There are people who cared for Desmond that Desmond loved back. Of course, these people probably thought they were caring for just Lance. He felt it once, but learned long ago they didn’t actually love him.
Finally we come to the question I really wanted to ask him. Lance claims not to remember what incident led to his incarceration, but Desmond remembers it perfectly. He was happy to tell me about it in every nasty detail.
It was a school day. Lance was in school and he got into an argument with one of his teachers. Apparently Lance used to talk in a very Californian beach-bum like manner; with lots of “dudes” and “mans” and the like. During the argument the teacher began to mimic these speech patterns just to annoy him. Desmond was watching and found this extremely insulting. Desmond felt that a teacher had no right to talk to anyone, especially a student that way. This, apparently, was enough to make Desmond fly off the handle. He took over, immediately leaving the class and not going to any others for the rest of the day. But he didn’t leave school.
During the rest of the day Desmond proceeded to act out. He claims to have been living out Lance’s secret fantasies. Saying what he couldn’t and doing what he couldn’t and the like. Apparently this entailed first searching for a female student to have sexual relations with. This may just be bragging, but he said it didn’t take much to convince someone. Soon he and this girl were having sexual relations in the janitor’s closet. Of course an administrator found them eventually. According to Desmond the moaning was quite loud. The administrator told them to stop but Desmond didn’t. I guess the girl wasn’t in the mood to either. When the administrator tried to pry them apart forcefully, Desmond promptly struck him across the face. At that the intercourse actually ended.
The administrator was knocked to the floor and Desmond left. When the police found him he was eating ice cream with another woman at a Dairy Queen. This time the woman was much older than he. According to him he “was getting places” before the cops showed up. During his interrogation Desmond made it clear to the police that he wasn’t actually Lance Firnstahl and that was that. The police had him evaluated by a psychiatrist and they had him committed.
Maybe Desmond doesn’t think so, but I still think his story is a sad one. He was acting out because he felt trapped. He fought to reject a society that rejected him long before he was born.
Our talk lasted all day. He seemed to be as interested in me and my life just as I was in his. He wouldn’t answer any of my questions before I agreed to answer the questions back to him. “Quid pro quo” he had the gall to say. He thought he was clever, but I saw that movie too.


March 4, 2011

I got the unique opportunity to talk to both Desmond and Lance today. It gave me a good idea of how different they are. Desmond is a total, raging egomaniac and Lance seems to be characterized more by a lack of personality. I can see why he felt it necessary to create a surrogate self.
Perhaps this is the key to finding his cure. Tomorrow I will see if I can perhaps, promote Lance’s self-confidence. If he develops confidence of his own, he may realize he does not need Desmond. If Desmond can be rendered useless, maybe he can be…destroyed. It’s such a nasty term, but curing Lance means destroying Desmond. He won’t like that. I’m becoming more and more glad that I’ve got the men behind the glass watching out for me. This could get dangerous.


March 5, 2011

I spent the whole day trying to find creative ways to massage Lance’s ego. I had him tell me about specific memories from his life he felt contributed to his mental state. He came up with a remarkable amount of instances. At each one I tried to reiterate things like that it wasn’t his fault that he did all he could. People really were bastards to him. It’s appalling.
What stuck out in my mind was that he didn’t just have situations, he could remember some of their exact dates too. I begin to suspect that Lance has a retentive memory. I believe I’ve got the test around here somewhere. Hold on a second, I need to go get it.
…I can’t believe I just wrote that.

Alright, I found it. I’m going to test his memory tomorrow and see what I’m dealing with. I’m really very curious.


March 6, 2011

Lance indeed does have a retentive memory. After