August 10, 2009 - Note 1

If one day someone finds this journal, that means it all went wrong. But, I still need to document this, for my studies, and for the future.

 My name is Doctor Ramsey Robinson, father of twins Mat Robinson and Stan Robinson who were born April 1, 2005, husband of Ann Robinson, deceased as of January 21, 2009. Ann died from a disease that was discovered on December 8, 2007: Pizophrenia. Pizophrenia takes all emotion from your body, and your resistance to sickness start to die off. Other side effects include heart failure, and the rare falling off of skin. Common way to delay Pizophrenia is the cutting off of arms and legs, and to stay inside a non-contaminated room. 

Stan and Mat have recently inherited Pizophrenia, with Stan having the rare occurence of skin falling off. My boys are only 5, and are about to start KinderGarten. School starts September 14, 2009. I am currently trying my hardest to find a cure. 

August 14, 2009 - Note 2

Mat and Stan have been having different symptoms than normal. Of course, Stan still has skin falling off at a high rate, but it keeps generating.. He does not notice it, and acts normal. I’ve found sparks appearing around him, and want to investigate more.  

Both boys’ heart rates have stopped, but they are still alive. 

Mat also has very unique symptoms. He acts normal as well, but can’t get out of his chair. I brought him our cat Dudley from the living room, and I’ve noticed that any movement Mat does, Dudley follows. After doing an eye test, I found that in Stan’s eyes, he looks like he has full skin, but to others, he is a sort of skeleton. In Mat’s eyes, he can see the brain waves coming off of people, and knows their every movement, and how to change them. But, he doesn’t notice it at all. Research will continue soon. This may be groundbreaking. 

August 19, 2009 - Note 3

I prepared 2 rooms, 1 for Stan, and the other for Mat and Dudley. This has helped me get more insight on this, and this is like nothing ever recorded. 

Stan can (sometimes) produce fire, and when I walked into his room, I monitored his eyes again, and found that whenever he sees himself as a skeleton, but others see him as someone with skin, his symptoms are cured. However, whenever he sees himself with skin, and others see him as a skeleton, he can produce fire. 

Mat can control other beings, while still operating his body. He can also leave his body, and fully take over other entities. I have found a way to control this, which is done with a switch which I will put near his bottom. I think after a while, they should learn to control it, and be able to go to school. But, we do not know the future. We can guess the future.

September 13, 2009 - Note 4

Both boys have learned to control their abilities, and know to not use them. They are ready to go to school tomorrow. I will be wiping all data of my discoveries, and will only keep this journal, but leave a lock on it, with the code being 4125, my boys’ birthday. Hopefully, this will never be written or opened ever again.

Being a 15 year old sucks, especially in 10th grade. People tell me to look in the mirror, but how am I supposed to do that, when what I see in the mirror is basically a halloween costume. People call me and Mat freaks. Freaks with freak parents, with a mom that died an idiot, and a dad that murd-- made his kids' teacher not alive, as I should put it, just because they made fun of his son.

Sometimes, I wish we could use our abilities, just so I could make Jake fall deep into heck. That jerk deserves it. Always making the weak get into fights, just so he could show off his sword skills. I don’t get how that idiot doesn’t go to jail, even though he could kill someone (which I honestly think he’s trying to do). 

Mat is usually the one who stands up for us, and does it the way that ‘isn’t so angry’. Although I say that I don’t need to listen to him, I still listen to him, since he’s the sensible one of us two. I have anger issues, which I need to go to therapy for. It doesn’t help me at all, and usually Mat keeps me in check. He can usually stop jerks, without having any evidence pointing towards him at all, like how he made a kid slightly move a chair leg, which Jake tripped on, dropping all his lunch. 

Sometimes I wish I could be like Mat, he can stay so calm, and be so… normal. I tell him this sometimes, and he says “Dude, there is legit no such thing as normal. Just because you aren’t that much of a fashionista and aren’t a chill pill, doesn’t mean you are unlike others. Like snowflakes, everyone is different. And sometimes, they suck. But that’s mainly Jake.” Then we laugh. 

But Mat also suffers. His hands aren’t too strong. They can grip onto something, but they don’t want to let go. I wonder what goes on in his head.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention our foster family? Total fart nuggets, except for our foster mom and Mat. In our foster family, we have me, Mat, our foster dad, our foster mom, and our sister, Shelby.

Our foster dad is an alcoholic that makes us rub his feet while he drinks in the library, while our foster mom is the complete opposite. I think she actually likes us more than Shelby, and always cleans up after Shelby and her stupid husband. She makes us help, but it’s always fun with her.

 Shelby is in our grade, but totally avoids us. Her best friend is wouldn’t you guess it, Jake. 

I swear to god, Jake’s gonna be the fricking end of me. They both are little poops. They always hang out in mine and Mat’s room, and mess up all our stuff. The only thing we have that they haven’t messed up is dad’s notebook about our disease. Before dad went to prison, me and Mat went into his drawers, trying to find pictures of our family to remember him with. While we searched, I found a journal titled: ‘Dr. Ramsey Robinson - Pizophrenia notes’. It has a lock on it, with a number lock. We’ve been trying to figure it out, and keep it in our underwear drawer (it’s the only place they won’t look, ok?) We’ve probably tried over 10,000 different combinations, but we still haven’t figured it out.  

I know Stan thinks I’m normal, but I’m really not at all. No one truly knows about what dark things I have done to ruin lives. 

In my dreams, what happens is really happening. I could dream one night about being a robber and shooting everyone in the building, then the next day, I see that on the news. 

People die because of me. Dad is pretty bad, don’t get me wrong. I mean, he murdered a human being. But he had a reason for it. I have no reason, no justification. I just do it. 

People’s lives are ending. Families are being cursed. And it’s all because of me. 

Because I pull the trigger. Yes, the ‘criminal’s’ body does, but I am the mind that does it. I am the mastermind.

Wait, Jake and Shelby are coming. I need to hide my journal. Fast.