Please Take Me Home [Prologue]
Now he is locked up; put away for such thoughts. His mind chained up and put in a box never to be opened again. To say it was cruel was an understatement; it was like taking away a child’s parents, never to see them for the rest of their life.
Alex was copping though. The first few weeks he was in this hell forsaken place he cried, every second of everyday he cried. Then he stopped crying one day. He became numb. He couldn't feel like he used to, he didn't touch like he used to; he didn’t even see the world as he used to. Everything was in black and white now. Plain. Simple.
He brushed his brown hair out from his chocolate eyes so he could continue counting the tiles. A seventeen year-old shouldn't be locked up... but he was and there was nothing he could do about it.
23... 24... 25...
A knock on the door sent Alex out of his counting trance. With a blank stare he watched as Mrs. Hyde, his therapist, strode over to the chair next to his bed.
"Good morning, Alex. How are you today?" She asked with her sickly sweet voice. Mrs. Hyde was a not a kind gentle person. Alex saw that from the first time he laid eyes on her. She held herself with dignity and elegance, not letting anything go past her. Her smile was made of glass and disgust for anyone within this institute. It wasn’t as obvious as Alex made it seem; when you’re stuck in a place with nothing to do observing your surroundings becomes a habit. Alex saw how Hyde looked at everyone here, even how she looked at him. She didn’t want to be here, she hated everything this place had to offer: one thing her and Alex had in common.
“Same as usual,” Alex answered.
“Let’s get down to business then. Why are you here?” Oh, the classic question she always asked. If Alex had a nickel for every time he heard it, he could buy himself out of this place.
“Because my parents hate me?”
“Alex, why do you always answer with that?” Mrs. Hyde questioned.
Because it’s true, Alex thought. They dubbed him a nut job, though he never saw it himself. So what if he didn’t talk much or go outside? So what if he didn’t have what they called “friends” and was more content with talking to himself? It’s not like he was out doing drugs or killing people, right? No. He was being bad. He couldn’t stay in his room all day with his imagination. He wasn’t allowed to create and only create. His parents deemed him unacceptable and shipped him off to this damn hell hole.
“You’re here because your mind doesn’t work. You aren’t normal, Alex. You’re different and that’s bad.”
A/N: This is only five hundred words or so. I said it would be short considering its the prologue type thing haha. I promise the next chapters will be longer. Comments are welcome and I encourage some criticism!
Alex was copping though. The first few weeks he was in this hell forsaken place he cried, every second of everyday he cried. Then he stopped crying one day. He became numb. He couldn't feel like he used to, he didn't touch like he used to; he didn’t even see the world as he used to. Everything was in black and white now. Plain. Simple.
He brushed his brown hair out from his chocolate eyes so he could continue counting the tiles. A seventeen year-old shouldn't be locked up... but he was and there was nothing he could do about it.
23... 24... 25...
A knock on the door sent Alex out of his counting trance. With a blank stare he watched as Mrs. Hyde, his therapist, strode over to the chair next to his bed.
"Good morning, Alex. How are you today?" She asked with her sickly sweet voice. Mrs. Hyde was a not a kind gentle person. Alex saw that from the first time he laid eyes on her. She held herself with dignity and elegance, not letting anything go past her. Her smile was made of glass and disgust for anyone within this institute. It wasn’t as obvious as Alex made it seem; when you’re stuck in a place with nothing to do observing your surroundings becomes a habit. Alex saw how Hyde looked at everyone here, even how she looked at him. She didn’t want to be here, she hated everything this place had to offer: one thing her and Alex had in common.
“Same as usual,” Alex answered.
“Let’s get down to business then. Why are you here?” Oh, the classic question she always asked. If Alex had a nickel for every time he heard it, he could buy himself out of this place.
“Because my parents hate me?”
“Alex, why do you always answer with that?” Mrs. Hyde questioned.
Because it’s true, Alex thought. They dubbed him a nut job, though he never saw it himself. So what if he didn’t talk much or go outside? So what if he didn’t have what they called “friends” and was more content with talking to himself? It’s not like he was out doing drugs or killing people, right? No. He was being bad. He couldn’t stay in his room all day with his imagination. He wasn’t allowed to create and only create. His parents deemed him unacceptable and shipped him off to this damn hell hole.
“You’re here because your mind doesn’t work. You aren’t normal, Alex. You’re different and that’s bad.”
A/N: This is only five hundred words or so. I said it would be short considering its the prologue type thing haha. I promise the next chapters will be longer. Comments are welcome and I encourage some criticism!