Her hair is the colour of Autumn. I never thought this would be possible, as Autumn has so many colours. You kind of have to see it to believe it. Her eyes are an icy blue, yet somehow they make me melt. Lots of things about her are unexplainable. She truly is mysterious.
When she visited me in prison, her hair and eyes shone so brightly, the other prisoners were jealous that she stopped in my cell. She wore grey tailored trousers that enhanced her sophistication. The black top she was also wearing, with the knotted detail on the breastbone, I had seen her wearing the first time we met. It clung to her hips and showed the desirable quality of her bosom, so round and firm.
Even when she was cross with me, because she thought I wasn’t answering her questions properly, I still loved her. I told her this once and she just laughed as if she was embarrassed. She patted me on the shoulder and told me she was flattered. That was the seventh time we had ever touched. I have started this new notebook so I can show everyone how much I love her.
Every meeting I have with her, I document. I don’t want to forget a single detail. She scolded me once, playfully, as I had more notes than she did and she was supposed to be doing her job. Corrina’s job, that is her name, Corrina, is a criminal psychologist. I wish I didn’t have to know her because of the things I had done wrong. In fact, if I did have one wish it would be to rewind back to three years ago, and to not have killed my father.
I know you will probably think me mad and murderous, and to some extent I am. The difference with me is though, I am ill. Corrina is trying to find out what the matter with my head is. I hope she does. I trust her to get it right. She thinks I have a type of autism or some kind of multiple personality disorder. I don’t understand it.
Corrina likes me, she has told me that eighteen times in the last six months. She cannot be lying. Do you know why? She won’t lie because she always reprimands me for that and she told me once she did not like hypocrites. I think Corinna likes herself as she is very confident so she cannot like herself and be a hypocrite. That in itself would be hypocritical.
I haven’t been put on trial for murder yet, but Corrina says it won’t be long now. This is because I have injuries and a physical illness myself. Last week I made a list of all the things that had been wrong with me in one month. It looked like this:
Henry Booth, aged 26
Suffers from 3rd degree burns on 60% of his body
Has AIDS
AIDS has given Henry - diarrhoea, blotches on face and in mouth, fever, sweating, weight loss
These are the things I noticed and Corinna said they were symptoms of my aids. She also says that is why my burns and blisters still ooze from time to time. Because the AIDS affects my white blood cells so my burns cannot fight infection. I was never that good at biology in school so I trust her judgement. If she told me black was white I would sooner doubt my eyesight than think she was lying to me.
I’m going to put my notebook away now as Corinna is due to visit me. I reminded her that I was on ward 104, bay 13 and she promised she would remember. I feel sorry for her visiting me here. She says the secure hospital is scarier than the prison. I’m not sure why that would be, but she must be right. She is always right.
