My New Home
We drove for what felt like hours. It seemed like the farther away we got from home, the more life seemed to disappear. All there was to see was trees and open land. There were barely any houses, stores, or even gas stations.
As time went on, my mom stayed dead silent. I was tempted to ask her where we were going, but I knew better to keep to myself. I thought it could be a relative she was taking me to. Have them raise me instead of herself. At least, that was the only logical reason I could come up with. Then, as I was lost in my thoughts, we finally saw another building. It wasn’t a home, store, or gas station, but more like a prison. The gates surrounded the entire building for miles and there were only a few people outside. They seemed like zombies the way they moved. The building itself had the windows boarded and it was made of straight cement. The scariest part about it was that my mom was headed toward this nightmare.
“Are we visiting someone?”, I asked.
She pulled into the parking lot and dragged me out of the car. My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to think. Everything was happening so fast.
“Mom, why are we here?”
“This is for your own good.”
Let the fun begin.
“No! Mom, please stop! I don’t wanna be here!”
As my mom dragged me to the front desk, all I could do was cry. I didn’t know what this place was or why she even brought me to a prison like this. Was I going to die here? I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was no escape and this was going to be my new home.
After we got checked in, we sat in the waiting room. It was only us and no other families were in sight. Which makes sense since we’re in the middle of nowhere.
My mom grabbed my hand as the nurse called us in. I was so nervous and scared that my hold body started to shake. I was sweating like crazy. I just don’t understand what’s happening.
“Hello, I’m Nurse Daniels! Very nice to meet you. Could you tell me again why you are admitting your son here at Charles Mental Hospital?”
Mental hospital? This should be good.
“My son has this imaginary friend, which was cute at first, but over the years---”
I couldn’t believe it. They’re putting me into a mental hospital? There’s nothing wrong with my brain. Is it even allowed to have children in hospitals by themselves at such a young age? This all seems a little too crazy for me. How am I supposed to live in these conditions?
“—so once he’s around the age to enter high school, we will discharge him and study his actions further on, okay? Then after about a month or so out on his own, if nothing comes up, he is free to return home.”
I have to be here till im 14?! This is ridiculous. That means I’m going to be here for the next six years of my life. This just isn’t fair.
Sounds like fun to me.
Shut up, Trevor. You’re the reason I’m here.
Aw don’t wanna talk to me like you normally do huh? Might make your case worse, right?
Leave me alone.
“Now dear, if you would follow me. I will be taking you to your new room and Doctor Angus will meet you there shortly.”
I didn’t want to go with her, but my legs started to move on their own. I looked back at my mom to see if she regretted this decision or even had an ounce of pity for me. But, when I looked back, she never gave me a glance. She walked out the door and went straight to the car, never looking back. I wish I could’ve said goodbye. She was the last good thing I had left and now I’m on my own in a house full of nutjobs.
“Alrighty, sir! Here is your room. Don’t worry about the clothes. Everything was planned and ready to go, so you should have some fresh clothes on the bed! Doctor Angus will be here shortly.”
Didn’t she already say that? I guess she’s just reminded me. For a nurse working in a place like this, I don’t see how she’s so happy. I walked into my room and changed into the new clothes. It was a simple plain white tee with baby blue pants, matching button up shirt, and some white socks. The only shoes I had were house slippers; they confiscated all my other clothes. Then I just laid in the bed. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to let out all this anger that was boiling in my chest, but I was weirdly calm. Then I heard a knock on the door.
“Hello, I am Doctor Angus. I will be helping you with your condition.”
“Best way to describe it kid, is that you have a lot of imaginary friends, but not in a fun way.”
It would be fun if this kid wasn’t so uptight.
“I don’t have any imaginary friends.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to lie to me. Everything said in this room stays between you and me okay. So, for your first day here, we are going to run a few tests to get a better understanding of what’s going on in your head, okay. Then after that, I’ll do a thorough examination after, then you can relax, alright?”
I followed Doctor Angus as he led me to the testing room. I remember watching some horror shows with my mom, and the testing room was never a good place to hide. As we made it to the room, he told me to sit on the chair then we would begin. First, he placed this weird helmet on my head and told me to relax. Which was pretty hard to do since I couldn’t see anything. I wore the helmet for what felt like hours, then they finally took it off. They did some other stuff like look at my eyes, check my blood pressure, listen to my breathing, all that stuff. Then he took me back to my room for his examination.
“Alright, first I am going to ask you some personal questions, okay?”
“Do you love your parents?”
“I love my mom.”
“Why not your dad?”
“He’s…. he’s just….he’s just never around.”
“Mmm, okay. How is school?”
“It’s fine I guess. I miss my friends. Am I going to see them soon? Will go back to school again?”
“Mmhmm. How’s you’re relationship with your “imaginary friend”? Does he or she get you into any trouble?”
“I told you already. I don’t have an imaginary friend.”
Not smart, kid.
“Mhm, so I see I’m going to have to take a different approach.”
Doctor Angus got up from his seat and approached me as I was sitting on the bed. He looked at me for a moment, then he threw his fist so fast that I couldn’t even react. Next thing I woke up to was my arms and legs tied to the table.
“Since you can’t be honest with me, then I must start treatment.”
“What are you talking about?!”
“Nurse Daniels, I forget to gag him. Will you get that for me? Thank you.”
I tried to bite her hand to stop her, but she elbowed me in my chin before I could. She tied the rag around my mouth so tight that it felt like I was choking on my own tongue. Then Doctor Angus came in with a needle the size of my hand. I squirmed; I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It was like I was living a nightmare and I couldn’t wake up. He inserted the needle in my neck, and everything started to get fuzzy. I felt warm all over. I felt so sleepy and everything seemed like a fog in my head. I couldn’t hear clearly; it was like I was underwater. Then after a few minutes, I fell asleep.
After I woke up, I still felt gross. My head felt like it was on fire and my body felt numb. I didn’t have the gag on my mouth, which was a relief, but I was still tied up. I looked around to see if the doctors were still here, but it was just some random guy. He was dressed head to toe in black. Black hoodie, black ripped jeans, black sneakers, black beanie, but he seemed to have a white shirt. He didn’t look much older than me. His eyes didn’t seem to have color, almost like they were a black hole. Something about him felt so familiar, but I just couldn’t figure it out.
“You know I can still hear your thoughts, right?”, said Trevor.
I sat up so quick, I almost threw up from the pain in my head. There’s no way. Before I got here, he was only able to talk to me in my head. I could only seem him in the mirror, but he never looked like this. He was a kid like me whenever I saw him. This has to be a prank, right?
“Nope, not a prank. It feels good to be seen tho. Tired of having to always wait for a mirror.”
“How.. how is this possible?”
“You know those drugs they gave you? Yeah, somehow it allows you to “open up” yo head in some way. But you see dat camera up there?”
He pointed to the top right corner of the room. I never noticed it before, but there was a camera right there above the door staring right at me. I wonder if they can see him too, but if they don’t then they will really think I’m crazy.
“Yeah man, I’ve been chillin here for a phat minute. Waiting for you to wake up an all. You know you snore mad loud right?”
“What does that have to do with anything. Can they see you too?”
“Nah man, just me and you, kid. I might like it here. Nobody care bout what you do as long as you don’t try to leave.”
“What happens if you try to leave.”
“Well when you were asleep, I decided to do a lil browsin. I saw ol dude tryna leave through the back gate. Supposedly he been tryna to escape for the past couple months. Each time they would take him downstairs, or so they say. This time they jus took him out like that.”
Now I was really stuck. If I tried to escape, there’s no telling what they would do to me, but if I stayed, who knows how many more of those “treatments” they were going to do to me. I felt trapped either way. I don’t know if I can handle this for another six years.
“Yeah, man. I feel like this is only the beginning.”, said Trevor.
He wasn’t wrong. Because in the following years, Trevor wouldn’t be the only one in my head anymore.