WHAT ISN'T THERE
THIS IS ME...
YOU HAVEN’T HEARD ME
TODAY YOU WOULD
DEAR READER,
Summers. Long days. Early mornings and late nights. Dark seems to have gone and the good has flourished. Not for the young Will Adler. He is a young boy. A boy who is 8 years old with the mind of a super estranged scientist sociopath. He is a curious young child who sits in his room and is quite excited about his summer project. He is joining piece by piece to create a symbol. He has a yellow parchment paper with a 3D model of a diamond inside a circle with a knife-like structure descending at the end. It has 3 torn pages attached to it carved in his blood which he drew out from his hand.
“Mmmh... where are you? This day has been so Lonely without you. Dear, you love! Haven’t you heard the voices coming out of my closet? Looking at you now! Take a deep breath and move on. My tearful eyes hurt you a lot. I can understand that we have a shot, you lovely angel…
“Will!,” Mr.s Adler screamed as she took Will away and called Mr. Adler. Mr. Adler came in storming and calling the doctor immediately.
“Oh, goodness. Not again,” he sighed in despair as Will lost consciousness.
After 30 minutes,
“Mr and Mrs. Adler he’s alright. It might be due to extreme loss of blood," the doctor sighed.
“It’s the 2nd time this month,” Mrs. Adler sighed.
“I see. All I suggest is that you try to make him happy perhaps try to do something in which he finds happiness. He needs some therapy to do, you have to agree with me Mr. Adler,” the doc said as Mrs. Adler fell on Mr. Adler’s shoulder crying slowly.
"Everything has gone so undone that I can’t imagine what would come next on the trodden leaves of this haze" Cynthia sighed.
“Cynthia, it’s fine. We’ll talk to him and I’m sure he’ll understand. We’re his parents,” Mr.Adler said sympathizing with her but looking at the ceiling knowing that one parent has to keep it together.
“Yeah. I’ll try to make his favorite patties and some nice drinks for him,” she said smiling as tears rushed through her cheeks.
Will opens his eyes slowly.
“Mom? Dad? Dr. Hudson?” he said.
“Will, baby. You good?” she said with all her love. Will took a deep breath and nodded slightly. Mr. Adler looked at him and smiled at which he nodded again.
“Can I sleep and have some rest maybe?” he asks.
“Yeah, sure. I’m just right in the house. Call me if you need anything,” Cynthia looked at him.
“Ok,” he said as he lay down.
After 5 minutes or so they left. After a moment, he woke up and restarted his project.
The next day...
Will comes down to finding a clean carpet and the smell of bananas squashed in bacon. He walked down the stairs and interrogated, ” Why are you making this today?”
“Will, honey I’m just doing it for you. I know you love this plus chocolate and green apple milkshake,” she said.
“Why don’t you just directly talk to me? I would be delighted if you took less amount of time,” he said.
“Will, this isn’t how you talk to anyone especially if they’re doing something for your good,” Mr. Adler said in a deep voice.
“Okay father,” he intimated with a smile, ate some banana with bacon, and slurped some milkshake.
“Now?” Will asked.
" We as may proceed,” Mr. Adler proceeded.
“Tim, let’s be soft. So, Will we want to direct as you said. We love you. We love you the most. This is for you. You are not normal. I mean you are but you're a little different from others and I am sure you are filled with goodness. 8-year-olds don’t do this. It’s not bad to be different. It’s just not good to be like this,” she said.
“Done?” he asked.
“No. We want you to fit in the society. Be a damn 8-year-old! Sorry. This place. This is your place. Everything is yours but you should also be everything to that place. That’s how it works,” he said in a relatively harsh voice.
“I’m just sick of it. Why do I have to adjust? They should be the ones to adjust. I am different. Different is nice,” he said as he kept his tone normal and went to his room.
" Will Adler, you're going to therapy," Mr. Adler said harshly.
" No, I'm not," Will looked at his father straight in the eye as he refused.
" Tim, I think therapy is not a good idea, it just isn't. Will needs our support and maybe I don't know but let's drop therapy," Cynthia said firmly.
"Listen to your wife Tim," Will sighed. Tim looked at him and then glanced at him and then clenched his jaw and nodded firmly.
"You're on your last warning," Tim said.
"Sure, my dearest father and mother," Will exclaimed.
Will’s parents look at each other in dismay and disappointment.
“Tim. Will we make it?” Cynthia asked.
“Let’s give it a shot,” he said.
After a few weeks...
“Will wake up! You’re late,” Cynthia storms into his room to wake him up. There she finds no one.
“Will? Will?” she checks the washroom to find no one.
" Will! Will! God, where is that kid?” she said.
“What happened?” Tim asked.
“Do you know where’s Will?” she asked.
“Right over there,” he gestured towards the front door where Will is sitting in the car excited.
“What?” Cynthia sighed.
At class...
" Good morning everyone. I hope you’re all ready with the assignments or projects I gave you to do this weekend. Do we have any volunteers?” The teacher says. Will raises his hand with delight. The teacher is surprised by the entire class.
“Will. Nice to see you participate,” the teacher did a small weird smile calling him. Will in his glasses and brown pants stands up.
“Good morning everyone. I’m Will Adler and today I am going to talk about Augustine Brewer. You might not know her. Her story is interesting and fascinating. She was born in the 1700s. She was a beauty and had perfect intelligence. She and her friends one day decided to go to the forest. Her friends didn’t know that it was a trap. She wanted to hurt them badly. She intended to take their blood and sacrifice it to the 7 ravens in the full-moon night sky,” Will continued as the teacher showed discomfort.
“Will? How long?” the teacher asked.
“I’m not done yet. I haven’t even shown them the symbol in which Augustine would drench their blood in,” he said.
“Gosh. Will, come with me to the principal’s office,” she said.
After a while...
“So, uhh. We can’t keep your kid. We’re extremely sorry,” the principal said.
" You can’t do that,” Mrs. Adler insisted.
“Cyn...,” MR. Adler said.
" No. Tim, they can’t do that,” she said.
" Look, what I can suggest you do is therapy or homeschooling,” he said.
“Sir, we understand that Will is a bit different from other kids at school but he deserves to be like a normal kid,” Mr.Adler said.
" We see that. But not at the expense of other kids,” he said as Will was kicked out of school. Will was looking at the principal with faint eyes.
At home...
" Enough is enough. We have very much given our best shot but Will is out of control. I knew it. We should have never gone to the forbidden place. Our young foolishness has resulted in this now,” Mr.Adler said.
" Will is our kid Tim. We cannot hurt him,” Cynthia said.
“He’s practically not ours. You know that” he said.
“Why? He was here for 9 months. He’s our kid Tim,” Cynthia directed towards her stomach.
“I know the truth. You know the truth. You know you didn't giv birth to this brat. I don’t want to do this either. If we don’t take action today there will be consequences tomorrow,” he said.
“I agree but you know we can’t,” she said.
“I can’t either but it’s important,” he said.
“Isn’t there any other alternative Tim?” she said.
“I’m afraid we would have to kill him,” he said.
“What?” Young Will said who was eavesdropping on his parent’s conversation.
