Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25363460-20140829185230

This is a 2 chapter Creepypasta I've been working on, and I  would like your opinion/review on the first chapter. Please bare it in mind that this chapter is the build up, but honest reviews/opinions are wanted, so feel free to be harsh.

Patient No: 24739

Name: Sam (The last name is unreadable, due to spilt black ink covering it)

Age: 15

Reason for Treatment: I was really lonely. (This is written in dark red substance, as well as being written on top of the original description, which is no longer readable)

Arrival date: 15/2/2014

Doctor’s Notes:

 15/2/2014

The patient arrived today at roughly 2 pm. On first glance the patient looks healthy and after a few tests we can conclude that he is in a physically healthy state, however his mental health tells a different story. After another set of tests we have managed to conclude that the patient suffers from saviour depression, is very irritable, suffers from denial, and can get extremely aggressive. This has led us to believe that the patient is suffering from some kind of MDD (Major depressive disorder) and we are contemplating whether he needs any treatment. We have finally concluded that we are going to leave the patient in his cell and regularly check up on him. If we see no improvements after two weeks, we would have to resort to different treatments involving medication.

 22/2/2014

There are no signs of improvement in the patient. Over the week, the patient spends most days pleading that they’re not insane, and that they don’t need all the isolation in their cell, however when we try and communicate with the patient, he simply ignores our presence. We have been trying to communicate with the patient for at least four times a day for the past week, however we found ourselves doing this more regularly, as the constant pleads start to interfere with other patients, making them uneasy. This has led us to move the patient to a more secure environment, which is completely sound proof, to prevent any distraction to other patients, but we would still maintain the check-up procedure to insure that the patient is okay. As well as this, we have concluded that we would start to put the patient on medication, which we would be mixing into his food. These include common anti-depressants, like amitriptyline, clomipramine and imipramine.

 1/3/2014

We have been constantly putting the medication in the patient’s food, however it has taken no effect. We have gradually been increasing the dosage, which has resulted in us giving the patient the same amount of medication a rhinoceros would have, but with no success. We are gradually checking up on the patient less and less, as we have become fed up with the same results over and over. We have become desperate and finally concluded to put the patient on experimentally large doses of pure LSD to see if this can cure him. The drug does show uses on curing depression, however as LSD is an illegal drug and is banned for the use in medicine by the Government, we would be forced to stop any contact with the patient, to prevent the Mental Correction Facility from being deprived of its funding and being subjected to forced closure. We would mix the LSD into the patient’s food alongside his other medication, and slide the food through a hatch in the door of his cell, trying not to disturb him.

 1/4/2014

A month has gone by since we last wrote anything about the patient, as the lack of contact with him has made it difficult to write anything about him. We have been continuing to put doses of LSD into the patient’s food, as well as keeping a lack of any human contact. This method has led to become a huge success, as we no longer hear any pleading from him at all, however the treatment has led to some unnatural side effects. We don’t know if this was caused by the hallucinations from the LSD, but a week ago, when a nurse was sliding the patient’s food through the hatch in the cell door, the patient grabbed the nurse’s hand and started to mutilate it. It took four people to pull the nurse out of the patients grip, and she was forced to go straight to hospital, as her arm was practically shredded to the bone. We had to tell the authorities that the incident was caused by a wild dog, to prevent any knowledge of the patient to ever get released, until we think he’s ready. But one thing that caught all of us off guard was when we were shutting the hatch on the patient’s cell door, and the patient faintly spoke:

“Please don’t go, I just want a friend.”

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