Jurisdiction of the Mind
by Justin Zamora Rodriguez
In a cold and misty night at Bacolod, a young family was having dinner. The couple had one child, and his name is Joey. The couple cannot bear a child anymore, the mother had a risky delivery when she was carrying baby Joey at the time she was pregnant, and so the doctors said if she gets pregnant again, the couple would have decide who will the doctors let live, the mother or the baby. So by this, the couple poured all their love to their only child, Joey. The family was eating Kansi for dinner, the mother and father were having good conversations about the things happened earlier that day. Nine year old Joey was eating jovially while listening to his parents. Then he saw a guy in suit standing beside his mother. Out of nowhere, he could not explain where the man came; the face was fair and was melting into a grotesque image. The man then got a knife from his side pocket, ready to stab the mother while he was laughing with a menacing voice and with striking eyes; all in all he exposed an iniquitous look. Poor young Joey was now scared to death but he was a vocally brave person. He picked up his fork and shoots it towards the man, and it went straight to him, like a shadow he disappeared. The mother was shocked; she was just about three inches away to being stabbed by a fork.
Dr. Hansen is the best psychiatrist in the city by these times. He is even called internationally for opinions on rare cases of mental disability. Tonight, he was still working in his office at one hospital in the city. It was already eight thirty and he thought of going home already, and while he was leaving by the door, a couple and child by the door caught his eyes.
“Hello, good evening.” Dr. Hansen said.
“Doctor, are you leaving already?” The mother asked.
“No, no, no. My work is my passion, I can work all night. What seems to be the problem?”
The parents told them about what happened earlier when they were dining. Dr. Hansen told them to wait at the waiting room and fill up a medical record data sheet. Dr. Hansen guided Joey inside his room. The parents waited for one whole hour and Dr. Hansen was finished with the checkup. He told the couple Joey must have a 10-session follow up with him for 3 months and he told the couple Joey has schizophrenia. The next sessions were being followed up, until the last session where Dr. Hansen said he could cure Joey. The last session would be a hypnosis session. Dr. Hansen started counting “three, you close your eyes…two, your eyes are getting heavier…one, you fall asleep”. The hypnosis was about 10 minutes and with a snap of a finger, Joey woke up.
After 10 years, Joey was at Manila and was in college. For three years already, he did not come home because his parents would visit him during holidays. In college, he was studying psychology because he became a big fan of Dr. Hansen since the day he was cured. He was living a normal life; beer, sex and freedom. He was at a party taking home a girl from that party. They were at his condominium kissing and caressing when suddenly Joey saw a small girl in a uniform, smiling wide. Joey was scared but he was more scared when in the window glass he saw the reflection of the girl’s back and her hands holding a knife. Joey jolted and dropped the girl he was kissing on the floor, and then the small girl vanished like shadow. He was not in the mood and drove the girl home instead, the girl was obviously mad. When he went back to his condominium the guard at the lobby told him he had a mail earlier. He went to the mail box and checked the mail, there was no return address. He opened the letter and a cut out newspaper article was in it. Joey started reading it and began wailing hard. It was an article of a car accident, and the victims were his parents.
Joey got a plane ticket immediately and went back to Bacolod first thing in the morning and went immediately to his parents’ wake. At the funeral Joey was accompanied by his aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins. He wept and wailed when the coffin was being rolled down beneath the ground. After the funeral he was supposedly going to return to Manila but he decided to stay for a week in Bacolod to sort things up and himself too. Since the time he went back in Bacolod he had, for six consecutive days, insomnia and minor hallucinations. Joey’s world now began to be dark and vague. First his mental disability is back and his parents’ death. He realized he cannot do anything with his parents’ death anymore but he can do something about his mental disability. He finally decided to go to Dr. Hansen’s office without delay. At the doctor’s office he was signed by Dr. Hansen’s secretary, Hanna, for appointment scheduled the next day. As he was returning home, he bumped to a friend and they had conversation in the park for about an hour, catching up the lost times. When Joey was home, he checked his facebook and the news feed are flooded of the death of Joe, apparently the friend who he bumped into earlier. He read that Joe died about an hour after they met. “God, let him rest in Your hands”, Joey uttered a simple prayer but as he was scrolling down the article on Joe’s death, He swore, “Shit! Fuck!” He went directly to the toilet and vomited. What he read was: Joe died in an accident at his work at a construction site at Vancouver, Canada.
Joey went back the next day to the doctor’s office and was surprised the secretary was new. He just signed the appointment sheet and went inside the room of Dr. Hansen,
“Doctor! How are you?” the two gave each other a firm handshake.
“No, Joey. Let me ask how are you? Does your hallucination become frequent?”
“H-how did you know?”
“Naturally, you had a traumatic event in your life. “
“The accident, your parents” Dr. Hansen gave him a searching look.
“Oh-yes, your right but it came back, my hallucinations, before I knew about the accident doctor.”
Dr. Hansen was smiling, “Yes I know.” With a long pause and staring, Dr. Hansen broke the silence
“I did not cure you Joey. I just kind of paused your schizophrenia.”
“What are you saying doctor?” Joey said giving a confusing look.
“Oh Joey, don’t get surprised. I myself have schizophrenia and I’m sorry to tell you, there is no cure for our disease or rather gift” Dr. Hansen laughed dryly.
“What?!” Joey blurted.
“But there is like a ‘pain-killer’ for this kind of sickness but I guess you don’t want to know that. Just continue with your life being haunted by ghastly creatures your mind manifests.” Dr. Hansen strikes a long stare and a wide grin.
“What is it doctor, the cure?”
“The ‘pain-killer’ is killing Joey. Once you kill that image of pure imagination your mind manifests, it goes and comes back after years. There is no scientific study about this but this is what I do and it is effective.”
“That’s easy; you mean I just kill a hallucination, just like what I did 10 years ago, the first encounter I have. I threw a fork on it and it vanished instantly.”
“Yes, do it Joey.” Dr. Hansen was still smiling.
Joey was still confused about all Dr. Hansen told him. He just thought, the doctor might be just tired from work. Tonight he was at the sofa watching a movie and he got sleepy, he’s eyes were already heavy; it was four o’ clock early in the morning. He turned off the television and in an instant from the television Joey could see a reflection of an old lady in a long black robe and with blood all over her face. With that same instant the image flashed, Joey can feel his hair at the back of his neck rising, his feet got cold, and his heart throbbing. For three seconds he stared at the reflection on the television. He was scared to death, then he slowly turned his head to his back, slowly he was sweating and holding his breath. At the corner of his eye he can see the black robe, then he just looked back quickly out of adrenaline maybe but there was nothing there. By that time he gave a sigh of relief, and then he turned back his head to the front. At that moment he saw again the old lady in front of him inclined towards him. Joey saw a close-up view of the unpleasant face of the old lady filled with scars and pale white cracked skin, those broken teeth grinning to him, the uncombed dirty hair. Joey was already shaking, and then he remembered he has a combat knife beneath the coach. At a great speed he took it and stabs right in the neck of the old lady, and then vanished like a mist again. Joey went to sleep that night at the couch. In the morning when he woke up, he saw blood all his hands and couch. When he looked down, there was his maid, lifeless.
Treading fast was poor Joey to the clinic of Dr. Hansen. He was so undermined of the situation he just got to. He slammed open the clinic door, the secretary stopped him but Joey pushed forward to the room of Dr. Hansen. The secretary was calling for the security but Dr. Hansen went out the room and motioned to the secretary that it’s okay.
“Doctor, what the fuck just happened. I killed a hallucination but when I woke up it was my maid.” Joey said still catching his breath.
“Joey, it’s either you hurt yourself or you kill someone to overcome your sickness”
“What are you talking about, I can’t just fucking kill someone” Joey said almost shouting.
“Yes you can, I’ve been there. Actually by the age of thirty I was a bit cured of my hallucination. I can pretty much tell reality from imagination but the thing is, killing, it gets addictive.” Dr. Hansen said smiling.
“What are you saying; you mean you’re a serial killer?”
“Yes Joey, I kill to feed my inner hunger and addiction. I KILLED TO CURE ME!”
“I can’t doctor, I can’t” Joey was crying now.
“Oh poor boy, Okay I will cure you for now. Remember the hypnosis procedure that prevented you from hallucinations for the past ten years?”
“Yes, yes, yes! Please cure me again. Please”
“Yes, I will” Dr. Hansen was still smiling.
The next thing happened was Joey was in the couch lying. He was in a hypnosis state but he was shocked. He could see reality, he could see from the corner of his eye Dr. Hansen on his big chair with a paper and pen. “Joey, you are in a semi hypnosis state. You might not have learned this from your college but I have developed this kind of technique. Imagine I have the power to control a person’s mind!” Dr. Hansen was laughing hard. Joey cannot move but he can see, smell, and feel all things around him. He was trying to say something but he could not move an inch of his tongue. “Joey, pick up the knife on the table” Dr. Hansen said. Joey was basically a puppet and follows what the doctor instructs. He gets chills in his whole body. “Sit up straight and stab slowly your heart” Dr. Hansen was staring deeply to him as if controlling his mind. Joey was now sitting up straight slowly and he slowly too he aims the knife towards his heart. He was sweating hard and shaking un-rhythmically. “Stop.” Dr. Hansen was laughing. “I have a surprise for you, Joey. Hope you will like it.” Dr. Hansen moved towards his big cabinet and opened it. As he opened it a young lady dropped from the floor with a duct tape on her mouth and at her hands tied up behind her back. She was squealing endlessly but hardly loud enough to be heard outside. To Joey’s surprise it was the secretary from before which was replaced the next day he came back.
“Joey, meet Hanna, she is a sacrificial lamb and she had been very bad. She should have let you in my room and not appointed you the next day, the day you came here before.”
“Shut up doctor! You’re a fucking pig” Joey was shocked he can talk but he still cannot move his hands or feet.
“My mind control must be getting weak, I must say, this must be done quickly. Joey, get here and stab eight times Miss Hanna with the knife you’re holding.” Dr. Hansen was serious now.
“You fucking sick bastard. I’m gonna kill you!” Joey was shouting but at the same time moving towards Hanna on the floor watching her eyes, those weeping and nervous eyes. Joey’s hands were aiming to stab Hanna. He was fighting his own mind to stop what he was about to do. His hands were shaking. It was just almost a half inch away Hanna. “FUCK!” Joey blurted and stopped his own hands from committing a crime. He was now inhaling and exhaling deeply. “How, how did you got out my hypnosis?” “You’re getting old doctor” Joey said while on the floor still catching his breath but he got up quickly because he saw Dr. Hansen moved towards the table grabbing something from the small drawer, it could be a gun so Joey ran towards him and wrestled him to the ground. After mounting the doctor he stabbed him in the abdomen as fast as he could. When the doctor was down Joey went to Hanna and untied her, she was definitely shaking and severely injured.
Joey told Hanna to stay still; he would call an ambulance as soon he’s finished with the doctor. Hanna nodded in affirmation. Joey was moving towards the doctor where his polo shirt near the stomach area was dripping with blood but he was shocked when he saw that what the doctor was holding something small which he took from his drawer, it was not a gun but a necklace, a necklace which Joey’s mom always wear. “How the fuck did you get that?!” Joey was confused and punched the doctor two times in the head while crying. “J-Joey, I wanted to have an apprentice, a student and all these years I-I’ve not found the right one to carry on my legacy but you.” The doctor said with a stutter voice.
“What did you do with my parents? WHAT?!” Joey shouted with a tear falling.
“You never went back here in Bacolod, you were stuck in Manila because your parents always visit you there so I killed them, s-so you would come home and visit them yourself” Dr. Hansen laughed but suddenly he coughed blood and then he continued, “ and c-continue my s-shaping you to b-be like m-me”
“YOU FUCKING PIG, I WILL NOT BE LIKE YOU!”
“O-Oh, yes you will, yes you wi—” Before the doctor even finished saying, Joey stabbed him by the neck. The doctor was dead but had a felicitous smile in his death which intrigued Joey. As Joey stood up he saw Hanna already standing, feeling all good he guessed but suddenly Hanna’s face melted into a menacing image but going back to being Hanna then again to a horrific image, it flickers back and forth in Joey’s vision. Joey was walking towards her while she was saying “I think that’s the last of him, I can’t believe he was a –” Joey slit straight to her throat before she finished her sentence. Hanna’s throat splashed blood for about three seconds before she went down. And Joey said in a low voice, smiling, walking away from her, “Fuck you.”