• Insanity

    A young, black haired boy sat in the middle of wonderful room. He had a small toy ship in his hand and an airplane in the other. He looked at both and smiled, laying back on his stomach to color the picture he was drawing. It was a colorful sketch of a flying airship made of wings, wood and crayon. The boys face gleamed with joy as he proudly hung the picture on the wall with all his other ideas.
    Suddenly, the door was swung open feircely. The boy gasped as he froze in place. He heard the loud thump of the feet upon the carpet of the room. The boy turned around slowly as he prepared to face his doom. Then, he tumbled to the ground with the slobbery, green-scaled, giant lizard licking his face happily.
    “Stop Rosewen! That tickles!” squealed the boy happily as his scaly friend rested it’s head in his lap. The boy smiled and stroked the lizards head while he gazed in approval and curiousness at his pictures. “Someday Rosewen...someday I’m going to be a great inventor,” the boy whispered proudly. He stretched out and yawned deeply, sleepily closing his door and flopping onto his bed. The lizard crawled onto the boy’s chest and curled up, snoring softly. The boy smiled softly and stroked his friend’s head as he gazed out the window at the moonlight and clicked off the lights...


    The boy started to become suspicious of his parents’ conversations. He began to hear words like ‘insane,’ and ‘hospital.’ He even heard his name a few times. What were his parents thinking about? He wanted to know, but ignored it and played with Rosewen in his room.
    It was one day his parents came into his room. “Son, we need to have a talk,” his father said sternly. After adjusting the orange goggles on his head the boy looked up at his father and mother with his head cocked to the side in confusion.
    “About what, Daddy?” he asked, sitting on the floor next to the model of his airship. His parents exchanged looks and his mother kneeled down in front of him. She had a sad and worried expression on her face. “What’s wrong Mommy?” the boy asked innocently. His mother inhaled shakily and embraced her son tightly.


    “Son...it’s hard for us to say this but we have to take you to a hospital,” she said, looking at her son with eyes full of tears. The boy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and slight fear.
    “What do you mean?” The father became irritated quickly and grabbed his son by the arm. “Ouch! Father, what’s going on?” he asked terrified. The large lizard then jumped onto the man on he released his grip on the boy. “What’s going on?” he asked, clinging tightly to his lizard friend. The father glowered at his son and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
    “Your going to a mental institution! Your ideas of flying ships and motorcyles with wings in completely insane in this world!” bellowed his father. The man flinged the boy in the back of the car and drove off down the road.
    The boy began to cry and scream as his father dragged him out of the car into a white building with nothing else but that color. “I don’t want to go!” the boy screamed in fear, still clinging onto his hissing friend who tried to snap at his father’s arm. The man set the boy down as two women in white held onto him.
    “He’s completely insane...and no son of mine. Get him out of my sight.” the man said in disgust. The boy looked up, wide-eyed at the man as his tears began to stream again. All these years, the boy thought his father loved him. As he looked back on it, he did realize that his father acted indifferent to him than his mother did.
    As the boy was beginning to be dragged off, he screamed something he heard from his father once before. “You freaking b*****d!” he shouted, clinging even more tightly to the still hissing Rosewen. The women in white gasped and hurriedly dragged the boy away.
    The boy was then put into a white jacket with arms that tied in the back. The lizard bit the women as they tried to take him away from the boy. They eventually gave up and left the lizard with the boy. Silently, the boy’s friend curled up with him in the corner as his master wept silently in the white, dark room.


    Later that evening...
    One of the women had come in to check on the boy. The boy sat in the corner and looked up at her with dark eyes. He shifted away from her as Rosewen bit her leg. The women scurried away and locked the door. The boy quickly pressed his ear against the wall to hear exactly how many locks were installed in the door. “Soon father...soon.”