The 2nd

He Sat in silence.

Allowing the surrounding quiet around him to bring him added comfort into his gazing abilities, looking out to the singular window within his room. Looking past his current setting as well as looking past the intimidating Bars across his very window bringing a hasher realization to the surface beneath his skin.

He dared not to mutter a word nor express the sentiment that would arrive after the very words arrival-as mentally he was unstable and weak only looking for a simple “escape from life” instead of putting up a valiant fight as he always did. He understood of his place in the greater story of things as he knew all too well of why he was, were he was.

He just continued to stare out of the window-(his one and only) as his purpose was (for the moment) to not to be a Main Character anymore.

Either which case of his incoherent state of the temper dampener drugs he had to ingest from the complimentary “Hospital” staff there was no way he was to be in any danger to himself or others however, from outside of his very room door uncovers a larger story taking place that showcase a lot more then what meets the eye. Staring at the silent man in the chair.

“Doctor Cadle we have been praying to you and your hospital staff for many, Many times and have given us no solutions when it comes to my brother in there!”

“Mr. Rondel Please we here at Dorman’s Have been more then adequate to handle your brother the last 5 times he has joined us. And you know what happens? We house him, we medicate, we put him into a few sessions with our chief therapist-for the eval then send him home. Cause you know why?”

“Why Doc?”

“Nothing is wrong with Your brother in there-nothing is wrong at all from a normal person that has been trying to make something of himself in this one life of ours only to be countlessly confronted by a duo of family members that have such a negative view of thinking that I “think” become threatened by the success he may achieve”

A vicious Verbal Quarrel had disrupted once more between the Older brother and the famous Doctor of this fine hospital. A song and Dance that (as it was mentioned) been played one to many times. As both parties had valued points and initiatives-both knew how to stand in the lines of opposition it was just the fight part that always missed its mark.

As you can imagine in One Corner…

Dr. Kari Cadle of the Illustrious “Dorman’s” Mental hospital in Graven is no secret to this particular case since the first time the silent ones 1st attempt of killing himself occurred. She was familiar with the name-more familiar with the person as well. As in one point those two had “history” -The Chair Sitter had a protective edge over the Doctor through High school. Protecting her and loving her from afar.

It wasn’t until later on from a mutual friend that “she had found out”. From there one could say she herself had lacked the courage to meet him halfway Like he did.

So, she’s been silent all this time even, more so when she encountered Him upon this horrible carousel of Pain he was experiencing.

Thus could explain her uncommon stern approach as she was battling his oldest sibling once again.

As he stared back from the other Corner.

The eldest within The Rondel clan-One Eric Rondel a.k.a ”Baby Blue” (a nickname that was bestowed upon him from his little brothers Stanley and The one he was protesting for inside the very room. It was mainly due to his overly obsession with the color pallet that he constantly dawned.

Even now, as he straightened out his Baby blue ball cap with his two large dirty hands-then following up with a singular stroke of his opened palmed hand through his gruff mountain man beard while staring into the window he was provided-out side of his brothers room.

Searching for a way to continue his approach for his own defense of his brother, a made up defense at best. However as he stared out into the window that peered inward to his brother sitting in the chair. A strong sense of “regret” had struck him as the entire backstory that he himself was a witness to came all crashing down upon his very brow. The Doctor had sunk in the right words to turn the tide mentally as the eyes that was gazing upon his little brothers look felt different.

He followed his brothers look to the same barred window that captivated his brothers “zombie like state” as the bright light into the light vanilla colored room filled with the right amount of metal off the furniture made it seem like It was Gods beautiful glow shining upon him.

A Captivating site from the eldest brother that was suddenly at odds within himself.

“Its kind of crazy for a moment how strong someone can be over a defense of a sibling. But, I suppose after 5 times the story does get kind of stale don’t it? I mean somethings not getting done right?. I don’t know. I guess for the first time (in a way) I can take the Bullet to the chest for this. I just figured in a lot of ways that I would have a little brother such as “Frank” in there to be my counter part or show some sort of initiative to have a life. I guess it was wrong for me to approach it the way I did or maybe it wasn’t, my mind is just doing circles”

Eric had finally broken his tough look with the Doctor as from her perspective the obvious look of genuine hurt had surfaced. She then sat down next to him in a opened seat clarifying her recent comment’s to help nurture some of the mental inflicted wounds she caused. Allowing for a speedy and constructive narrative to emerge-

“Listen Eric, we have done this way, way too many times then I can admit. And yes I am a little emotional cause what I personally don’t understand is the answer to rectify this particular situation is simple. Allow him to go stay with your father “Rocky” and your other little brother “Stan”-Heck do one better Eric as his brother cheer him on with his writing he has a brilliant mind. I mean with the many eons of notes I have personally looked over in regards to truly see what was going on with him, he has a brilliant mind.”

“I know that its just we are just so different. The difference you know, that is what truly separates us!”