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15 November Clip #2, 2:47 AM
“Oh, my God,” Naida whispers. Now and then, we see a flash of her hand as she tries to shield the camera from the rain, which falls like bullets. Her voice is obscured by wind in the speakers, but we hear her mutter, “Oh, Kaitlyn… no. Please, Kaitlyn…”
At last, the rain ebbs and Naida lifts the camera, pointing it up to the roof of Elmbridge’s west wing. Kaitlyn balances on the steep surface, her feet bare on slippery slate tiles. She wears nothing but a white tank top, which the rain has rendered transparent against her skin, and wet cotton sweats that cling to her legs. Thunder cracks across the sky, almost exactly as Naida yells Kaitlyn’s name.
Kaitlyn stumbles, rights herself, and, oblivious, stands at the very end of the roof, staring out into the night as though searching for something. She sways.
Naida screams, “Kaitlyn!”
There is vivid movement and muffled sounds, and then we are inside, ru
Silence holds for a moment, and the curling cord of the telephone dances as Naida waits, her breaths forcefully punctuating the silence. In. Out. In. Out.
“Hello! There’s a girl on the roof, I think she’s going to jump! Come fast, please!”
[Silence]
“Yes, Elmbridge, main building—hurry! No—no, I can’t stay on the line, she’s going to jump!”
The receiver falls, and footsteps recede. In the silence that follows, we can hear the emergency operator on the line.
“Caller? Caller, are you there? I need you to stay on the line—”
[END OF 15 NOVEMBER CLIP #2]
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On 15 November 2004, police were called by Naida Chounan-Dupré to investigate a jumper on the roof of Elmbridge High. Police arrived on the scene at 3:15 AM, and Carly Lua
Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
—William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act 1, Scene 2
Rage, rage against the
dying of the light.
—Dylan Thomas
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In news journals and articles that followed the arrest, witnesses attest that clips of Carly being carried from the roof by a fireman and subsequently led to a police vehicle were shown on the nine o’clock news that night. To date, no such footage has been found.
On the afternoon of 15 November 2004, Carly Lua
After readmission to Claydon, a string of therapy sessions commenced, wherein doctors (headed by Dr. A
Inpatient Session Recording #52 [Ref: Johnson-Inp-0033]
Tuesday, 16 November 2004, 10:24 AM
Claydon Youth Psychiatric Facility, Somerset
Dr. A
(AL): You seem distressed again. Can you tell me what’s going on?
[Silence]
Carly? Are you doing okay? Do you feel like talking?
(CJ): [Strained] You won’t listen.
(AL): I always listen, Carly. You know that. [Pause] Why were you on the roof? [Pause] Carly?
(CJ): Stop. Calling. Me. Carly!
(AL): Am I speaking with Kaitlyn?
(CJ): Yes, for God’s sake.
(AL): So talk to me, Kaitlyn. Please.
(CJ): [Lengthy silence] Carly didn’t check the Message Book the night before it happened… she’s been… silent. For a while. It worried me.
(AL): The night before what happened?
(CJ): The night before I… I woke up, and it was… morning.
[Pause]
(AL): That must have been frightening.
(CJ): That’s a total understatement. Everything is wrong. She’s just… gone.
(AL): Integration is alarming. She’s not really gone. Just… working the way she should. But you need to accept what’s happened.
(CJ): [Laughing] “Trust me, I’m here to help you.” How can I when you won’t believe me? You think you see? That’s crap—you don’t see. You think you do, but you’re all bloody clueless! You won’t listen—you don’t believe! [Begi
[Gasps, sobs]
(AL): Calm down, Kaitlyn. It’s okay. Take a deep breath, and let’s talk about this rationally. [Pause] Okay. Tell me what happened.
(CJ): [Shrieking] I can’t breathe!
[Gasps, choking sounds]
(AL): Kaitlyn, calm down. Kaitlyn, breathe—
[Choking, gagging]
(CJ): He’s—here—
(AL): [Away] Sedative!
[A door squeaks; there are footsteps, gasps]
[Thud]
(AL): [Soothing] Calm down. Calm down…
[Gasps fade into a disturbed panting]
That’s it. Shh… [Away] How much did you give her?
(UNIDENTIFIED NURSE): Twenty-five milligrams.
(AL): Good. Okay, Kaitlyn, it’s okay.
(CJ): [Slurred mumble] Won’t listen…
[End of tape]
Inpatient Session Therapy Notes
Dr. A
Patient File [Johnson-C-0399524], Session #52
16 November 2004
An interesting development with Carly Johnson. Kaitlyn has surfaced, it seems permanently. We’ve spent so much time working to suppress the Kaitlyn alter, and Carly was the alter all along. Perhaps the Carly alter was created in order to distance herself from a life without her parents in it.
This contradicts the facts, of course, since Carly (who names herself Kaitlyn at night) is real. The renaming of herself as Kaitlyn, although highly unusual, may have provided the mask she needed to wear. A new identity.
Now that the Carly alter is gone, I can begin to help Kaitlyn be Carly—the real Carly—once again.
I am hopeful of a full recovery in time, although with the incident on the roof, I am concerned that this readmittance to Claydon may be permanent.
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Several therapy sessions follow before Kaitlyn talks again. Nonetheless, the sessions are recorded, and Dr. A