BACKGROUND HISTORY
↧ THERAPY SESSION 1:
[Therapist]: Morena Robbins is currently nine years of age, and is going through psychological evaluation at this time. The reason for the evaluation is because in her classroom today she pushed someone off the swing, which they hit their head and refused to say sorry or show any sign of remorse. The teacher has said that Morena and her twin sister are known to be up to things during recess, and these incidents happen daily.
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[THERAPIST]: What about your life do you like Morena?
[MORENA]: Nothing. My mom died two weeks ago and now I'm stuck in some weird room with a guy who asks questions he already knows the answers to.. Why won't anyone tell me I'm here? Did I do something wrong because I swear I didn't.. I want my dad, I want to go home please. Just let me go home, I've been here for four days and it smells bad here.. I want to see my sister, where is Frances?
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*Suddenly in the recording you can hear screaming, along with smashing of things within the office, and then a sudden slam of the door*
[THERAPIST]: Morena has had her third melt down within the span of two da-... I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding! Someone please help me..
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*Suddenly you hear the door swing open and doctors rushing in, carrying the therapist out and discussing how badly wounded he is.*
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THERAPIST SESSION 2:
[THERAPIST]: Morena is now fourteen years of age, currently undergoing another one of her psychological evaluations, she has currently been removed from the mental ward at the hospital and being cared for by the nurses. She has been continuing ongoing threats towards herself and others around her, causing her to be a dangerous threat within the ward, thus meaning she must be removed immediately with sedation.
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[THERAPIST]: Morena, can you tell me a little bit about your past?
[MORENA]: *You can hear a short giggle, which quickly fades away as she starts talking. Her German accent being stronger than other days* My past.. what a question. I think that must be thirtieth time.. What is it that you need to know about my past? I come from a family where me being this way is normal, but yet you somehow seek to tell me everyday that it's wrong.. Some people deserve to be dead, and that's why I killed them. There is a reason people call it a past.. it isn't something we just randomly sit in a chair and talk about after a long day of being sedated..
*You can hear the therapist scoff, before placing his hand into his pocket and taking out a picture of her sister.*
[THERAPIST]: You know the deal Morena, if you don't comply you don't get to see her..
[MORENA]: Fine.. When I was younger most of the time I spent it inside because of something my parents were scared of, they never told us what scared them but you could tell it scared them shitless. The only time we could go outside and play was when we were at school which was a private school. They spent a lot of money to keep us safe having cameras and alarms all around the house, something wanted to take us away and I think that's why they were so scared. They just said if someone ever gotten in the house we need to run like hell, and don't stop until we can't run anymore. Even then we should keep running because someone was coming.. and they were going to take us away. After a couple of years of that I noticed that my parents would fight a lot more about keeping us safe, and then I heard a glass shatter and I can still hear the scream I heard from her echo in my head like it was yesterday, she ran upstairs and snuck us through one of the back doors and told us to run. She told us to run and not to stop until we reached the safe place, and when I looked behind me I saw the person she was afraid of. It was a tall man with dark hair.. He shot her in the back six times before she finally fell to the ground dead, and then he came after us but by the time we were through the forest he lost us.. And here I am now. I miss my mom all the time because I know she was the only person on earth who loved me unconditionally, and who loved me for who I am. Now she's gone and I don't feel the love I had for her for anyone, not even my father or my sister. I'm not sure where I go next, all I hear is this constantly yelling in my head to do the right thing.. or do the wrong thing. What do I choose? Because sometimes the bad voices yell a lot louder than the good ones..
*You hear a chair move and then the shutting of the door, and the slowly turns off the video camera*
THERAPIST SESSION 3:
Morena has been out of school for the last six months due to her constant psychotic episodes, and she is currently fifteen years old right now. She has been switching between isolation and the asylum, mostly spending her time in solitary within the asylum across town. Finally she has returned back to isolation, us being able to calm her down with medication and sedating her at night with security outside of her door. Doctors believe she could be staying within the hospital for a few more months without visitors due to the fact that she is considered a dangerous patient at this time. Therapy is constant and ongoing, the only person who is able to see her for an hour everyday or as long as she needs, mostly the appointments are cut short due to mood swings.
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[THERAPIST]: How have you been feeling?
[MORENA]: Have you ever been stuck in a room staring at four walls all day?
[THERAPIST]: Well no.. but I assume that would put you in a certain mood and calm you down..
[MORENA]: *She laughs for a few seconds as he said that, being seen on the video as she turns and looks at him* Do I look calm? Because everything in my head that's going on is about to make me snap..
[THERAPIST]: Well if you want to see your sister again you need to tell us whats going on Morena.. So we can help you.
[MORENA]: *You'd be able to hear her scoff, and this time she's staring over at the camera figuring out that the other doctors were watching at the same time* Do you think I care if I see my sister anymore at this point? She hasn't even bothered to come seeme. If she cared enough she would be here, and she clearly doesn't. Also, if you think that is going to continue to be one of my weak spots you are very.. very.. wrong. But of course you wouldn't understand because I'm not fully there, is that right? I've seen you write it down. *You'd see her stand up in the video, walking over to the doctor and grabbing his pen.* I'm so tired of seeing your stupid.. pathetic.. worn out self. The question you should be asking is, 'Why the fuck did we let her out of the Asylum in the first place?' *She'd start laughing as she stabbed the pen into his neck, yanking it out and stabbing it into his chest* Hopefully that will shut them up this time.. *The recording is eventually stopped as you see guards running into the room and cuffing her, the blood pooling on the ground and loud screaming*
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