Rowan Campbell

-----Patient Admittance and Evaluations Form 1A-----

Name: Rowan H. Campbell
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)
Hometown: Springwood, Ohio

'Tell me about yourself."

Why? That's right, I asked it... why? I bet all the people you interview in here just go right along with their petty little lives, answering question after question strangers ask them. To get by. It's because the mere thought of authority is intimidating to most people. Well listen here, I'll tell you about me, but I've played this game many, MANY times, and it's never ended well with anyone. Maybe since you guys are "professionals" or whatever, you might understand more. But, I doubt it.

Okay, so the name's Rowan Campbell, I'm from Springwood, Ohio. Yep, the town that's supposed to have a curse on it. I'm seventeen years old and I have an imaginary friend named Liam. Yep, you heard me right, an imaginary friend. I was diagnosed with a minor case of schizophrenia when I was six, when I first started talking. The doctors waved it away as something that would disappear as I matured, but guess what? It didn't. I don't usually tell people about Liam, but Liam tells me a lot about everyone else. I know this all sounds crazy, I actually like Liam. He's my best friend. Whoo-hoo listen to the nutso talking about how his imaginary friend is his best friend! I don't even give a damn, really. Liam and I have been just fine for years, and suddenly I'm crazy and have to go to this stupid facility? I don't buy the reasoning.

Liam does a lot of thinking for me. Because I do have a mind outside of Liam, I've started thinking that maybe any time a normal person would think something to themselves, I talk to Liam. But the thing is, he can do stuff. It's like he has a mind of his own. He moves things around rooms sometimes, and if I wanna deck someone right in the jaw, he does it for me. It's like an invisible slave. But he doesn't really like being called that.

Anything else?

"What are some of your strengths?"

Psh, I dunno... Liam tells me I have a good sense of character. He says I usually know what the right thing to do in a situation is rather than the choice that'll just net me money or stuff. He says I'm... I'm what? Caring? I don't know if I agree with that, but I guess I have my moments. If someone's in trouble and I'm around, I suppose I'd help em' out. I guess that makes me kind of protective, too. Good thing Liam's not real, or I'd be punching people who look at him funny left and right. He's the victim type, I guess you could say. Yeah, I know. No, he doesn't care. Since when? WOW.

"Interesting... in light of that, can you share some of your weaknesses?"

I think that my biggest weakness comes from having Liam around. No, that wasn't an insult. Sorry, he gets sensitive. Liam has caused a lot of problems emotionally in the past, but not on purpose of course. I never really fit in with the other kids because Liam demanded so much of my attention. So, you could say... I can carry a conversation, but I'm cautious about new people. I know, it is for the best. Yeah, it always is. Only because you told me so? I don't think so... But, whatever.

On top of not really being comfortable around new people, Liam has made me introverted. Since he isn't... real, ya know, I'm kind of keeping to myself when I talk with him. Cause... I'm talking to myself. Quit being so sensitive. No, Liam, it's honestly pissing me off. I don't even care. What are you gonna do, leave? Good luck trying that trick. You're stuck with me, just like I'm stuck with you! No... no... I didn't... Ugh, Liam. Stop it. I didn't mean it like that. Well fuck you too, then!

"Tell me something... if I gave you a mirror, what would you see?"

I'd see a pretty nicely built teenage boy, if I do say so myself. The one thing that carried me through the social hierarchy or middle through high school was my good looks. Girls would flock to me like pigeons to crumbs, and of course I didn't mind! Hot girls, too, like the ones that only dress in short-shorts and those super revealing tank-tops. Oh shut up, Liam, you liked it, too. Gimme a hot white girl any day, I'll be happy, even if I probably won't say more than a few words to em'.

Anyways, back to me... I have a nice head of dark brown hair that I usually wear a hat over. The hat makes the ends of my hair curl up, which I guess I could of like. The hat kinda makes me look like a stoner, but what do I care, anyways? I'm just your typical guy when it comes to clothing choices; blue jeans, t-shirts, converses, the works. I also wear a simple silver chain necklace. Nothing fancy, just completes my whole look I suppose. Oh yeah, and I have green eyes, which is probably my favorite part, next to my toned body. Yeah, you wish you were this toned. You're one skinny ass dude Liam, I don't think that's true at all. I guess I could imagine you differently if I wanted to but, I like you the way you are.

"Do you, or have you ever, been on an exercise regimen?"

I used to work out a little in my room every night, but nothing exercise-crazy. I try to eat well to keep myself healthy and I still practice a lot of my stretches and push-ups now and again, to make sure I don't get fat.

"I see... and how about your mental capabilities... what can you tell me about those?"

• Fit, healthy body with slightly above average strength.
  Exercised Mind
  
• Because Rowan communicates with Liam (his conscious) so often, he is great at organizing his mental thoughts and coming to conclusions that require thinking, logic, and common sense. As a result, he has an above average IQ.
  

"Is there anything personal to you that you hold on to and take care of?"

Nothing I can think of, really.

"How about people? Anyone important in your life?"

Just Liam, and he isn't real. I was never really close to either of my parents, but it isn't like we don't get along. I do wish they hadn't brought me here, though, but it was all with the best intentions.

"What can you tell me about your past?"

I don't remember a lot about my childhood, but Liam does. I've come to the conclusion that, because he is part of my mind, he can tap into some of my earlier memories that I have completely forgotten about. So, I'll tell you what he tells me.

When I was three years old, I began to act strange around my parents and the other children at my daycare. Even though talking to oneself as a child was not considered abnormal, Liam entering my life made me almost violent, a harm to the other children. I would have imaginary fights with Liam that should end up with the other kids having a black high or property of the daycare being damaged. When I went home after daycare, I got into all kinds of trouble. Liam would make me leave my bed at night and we would go run around the house playing cops and robbers or shark and minnows. My parents started to worry that maybe my talking to myself was not just a natural occurrence, but something mentally amiss. So, they took me to a psychologist at the age of six.

The psychologist told my parents that I had a small case of schizophrenia that I should grow out of as I matured. He said that most kids might age went through a phase of having an imaginary friend, though he did admit that I was a bit of a wild child. The next few years passed by fairly normally; I did not grow out of my schizophrenia, but I did not doing anything abnormal either. But, when I turned ten years old, my parents noticed I was doing some weirdo things. They would walk in a room to see a pen go flying across the room. The first few times, they just assumed I was throwing things and would scold me. But, other times they caught me in the middle of the act, pointing at an object and having it go soaring across the room. In my mind, I was making Liam throw things, which I thought was hilarious.

They refused to take me to a doctor of any sort, this time. Liam thinks they were afraid of what they would find out. And, for a while, they stopped noticing any signs of my telekinesis. Little did they know that this was because Liam found he could warn me before my parents were going to enter a room. He would feel a tingling and then tell me about it, as if sensing the thought processes of my mother or father saying "I am going to check on Rowan." A few months after I turned sixteen, though, they caught me and Liam, well I guess just me, hot-wiring the car. And I don't mean physically hot-wiring the car... I found I could tell Liam to turn the ignition, and if I concentrated really hard, it would happen. That was the last straw for them, having thought I was cured of my strangeness.

My parents took me here to Belkane, and I've been here for a few weeks now, learning the ways of a crazy person. I don't know why they didn't take me to a more local mental asylum, but I think hearing rumors about how this place deals with more extreme mental cases, which I guess includes me and my freakish schizophrenia-telekinesis-mind-reading thing. Anything else? Liam's kind of tired and I'm a little pissed talking about all this crap. I forgave my parents for bringing me here, but talking about them brings all the anger right back up. You wouldn't want me or Liam to get angry, or I might make him smack you with that clipboard.

Notes

The patient appears to have an overly involved relationship with his "imaginary friend" Liam. This is attributed to his extreme case of schizophrenia, that has apparently allowed him to, not only communicate with Liam as if he were a separate being, but visibly see Liam and physically act with him. Those who have been studying him the past few weeks have noticed that Rowan and his imaginary friend have a strong romantic relationship, that has occasionally became physical and even sexual in some instances.

-Karen N. Adler,
Ph.D Parapsychology, Belkane

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