Donnie Darko

28.10.1988

Friday

11 pm

Dear Diary,

He’s done it again. Except this time, it’s only worse.

It’s been a rule. To never let my professional life interfere with my personal one. However, when it comes to Donnie, I’m compelled to make an exception. Donald Darko’s condition was what I’d described to his parents as Paranoid Schizophrenia. His most common hallucinations are of his giant bunny rabbit friend, Frank. Donnie claims Frank saved his life and he must obey Frank, fearing he’ll be alone otherwise. So, when this Frank asked an already perturbed Donnie to set fire to the house of Jim Cunningham and flood his school, Donnie only readily agreed. He also told me how he had only a few days left before “they” catch him.

For the first time, I feel like there is more to Donnie than Schizophrenia. Hypnotherapy has revealed more layers to this boy than I had expected to discover and I must admit, when he talks about time travel, it doesn’t seem like just mere fiction. When he initially told me about the book ‘Philosophy of Time Travel’, I pushed it away as just another musing of an over imaginative mind; and yet as my sessions with Donnie increased, so did my belief that the book, and Donnie’s hallucinations were definitely unlike anything I’ve seen or known before.

Every time I hypnotize Donnie, the person I deal with is this vulnerable young boy, so afraid to be alone; frantic to figure out what is happening to him; unlike the tough, bossy adolescent he portrays himself to be. Today’s session was turbulent. He told me how Frank was going to kill and that if Frank is a figment of Donnie’s imagination that would mean that Donnie would be killing…

He also spoke about “his” master plan. That astonished me, because as far as I knew, nnie wasn’t quite the believer. He told me other strange things. Like how he had the power to build a time machine and how time was ending. He got off the couch and clutched on to one of the soft toys I have at the office, as he continued to tell me more about Frank; and as I tried to find out more from him, he jolted, exclaiming he could see Frank, before falling to the ground, murmuring that the sky was going to open up. I figured that we had been through enough for the day. I gave him the reassurance I lacked myself, believing it might help him. At this point I brought him back to consciousness. I confessed to his medication being just placebos and asked him to discontinue them. I knew that no medication, placebo in particular, would help him. Maybe that is because; I know that he suffered from more than just paranoid schizophrenia.

Lilian


28.10.1988

Friday

11 pm

Dear Diary,

I was on my way to the supermarket today when I saw Mrs. Darko. I realized it has been 26 days since their son and my patient Donald Darko died after a mysterious giant jet engine dropped into his room. I woke up the night he died, perspiring. Something about him, especially after his death, has been inexplicably strange all throughout.

Lilian

– Vaishnavi Suresh

Dear Diary,

I was on my way to the supermarket today when I saw Mrs. Darko. I realized it has been 26 days since their son and my patient Donald Darko died after a mysterious giant jet engine dropped into his room. I woke up the night he died, perspiring. Something about him, especially after his death, has been inexplicably strange all throughout.

Lilian

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