|3 years ago|
She would glance a me, her eyes were dark and it felt as if they never looked away. Her hands grip firmly on the wheel and her grip goes tighter as we approach closer to school. I get nervous, my hands sweat and the slight breeze coming from the cracked window of the car was the only thing keeping me cool. Ethan was sound asleep, head against the seat of the car. Cameron's stare got more intense as the car makes a stop at our school. I nudge Ethan awake, we walk out and into the school yards. He shoots me a worried look as he notices my nervousness, I smile and mutter out a quick, 'I'm fine.' I wish I could tell him about what Cameron has been doing to me, but I know it would not be safe for neither him nor myself.
"Grayson, the answer to number 5 please." I don't even remember walking into class, or hearing the bell ring. "Sorry, I don't know." stutters out of my mouth, the sound of the class laugh at me fills my body with embarrassment. "Pay attention and you will," The teacher angrily replies; they laugh more and I'm getting more anxious by the minute. I lay my head down hoping for their voice to go away, but they don't. I internally scream as the laughs get louder and louder. My leg starts to shake and I can feel the tears fall slowly down my cheeks, its harder to breath now. The voices wont go away, the walls close in and then it goes black.
A small tap on my shoulder awoke me from the nightmare. I look up and relief fills my expression, it was Ethan. "Come on bro you slept through the entire class." My emotions fall everywhere but confusion engulfs me, I nod my head and we walk out. I spot my mother's car waiting at the front like always. Her cheep smile and her scary eyes watch me as I get into the car for the long trip home. "How was school?" Those same words left her cheep lipstick lips every single day, like a routine almost. I don't say anything but I listen to Ethan ramble on about his day. He finishes and now she's awaiting for my answer. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I want to tell her about my anxiety attacks but I know she won't care. I faintly say, "It was good," but I know it wasn't enough to please her.
We pulll into our drive way, I despised this house. My heart speeds up as she came closer to veiw. Her eyes meet mine and I can feel her glare get more intense as I past by her. I'm the last to go in, she grabs my arm and whispers, 'Don't forget." Into my ear. I look down at the ground and walk in. I bite my lip to help me hold back the tears that were begging to fall. I step in my room and throw my backpck to the ground not even bothering to care about homework. I sit on my bed and watch the clock.
I watch as the clock goes from 4:59 to 5:00. the knock on my door makes me jump. The door swings open to revel my problematic sister, "Ready to hang out Gray?" I shake my head no, the fire builds in Cameron's eyes. "You know what happens when you say no right, we don't want that to happen again now do we." I shake my head in agreement and a fake smile plasters across my lips. Her hands held out and I ttake it knowing the disaster to come. "Mom we are going outside." She yells as we walk past the back door to the now dreadful tree house. I get up to the stairs and hold back the tears of whats to come next.
E;
I walk outside to see if I could hang out with my sister and Grayson. I walk up the steps to the treehouse and I see Cameron doing things to my brother. I stay quiet and watch in shock as the look in his eyes shows he's not comfortable and they beg her to stop. Tears fall from my eyes, I rush inside, I look at my mom. She shoots me a worried look and wipes the tears off my cheeks. "What's wrong baby?" Her voice more caring then usual, but I guess it's usually not a normal thing for a 14 year old boy to cry. I look up at her, I sigh and try to calm down as I tell her what I had saw. Her eyes are no longer soft, but angry. She raises her hand up to my face. "Don't you ever talk bad about your sister like that again." Her voice goes into a sharp noise as her hand meets my face. She pushes me back and I fall and hit my head. I look at her once more before dots appear and it slowly goes black.
***
I awoke to a warm cloth placed on my face. My mom sitting next to me, worried. I shoot her a questioning look and she just smiles and kisses my cheek. I try to remember what had happened but I can't. The more I try to remember the more angry I become. Grayson walks in and he has a tank top on, a hand print in the form of a bruise is slightly appearing on his arm. He sits in the bed next to me. His eyes are soft and his expression appears sad. My anger builds more as I question who had hurt him. A tear falls slowly down his cheek. I bite my cheek trying to uphold the angry outburst. I fail, and I start freaking out. I brake a few of my things and I see Grayson's expression get scared. "Who hurt you Grayson." My jaw and my fists tighten as I await for his answer. Cameron come running in as a shocked look is piercing across her face.
I somehow start to remember all that had happened. "You." I rush towards her and I start yelling at her. I look over at Grayson and he's in the corner of the room, hands to his ears and he's crying. I stop and realize what I had been doing. Then the room goes quiet. A sharp noise pierces my ears and my head starts to pound. I close my eyes hoping for it to go away. I just gets louder the more I sit and wait. I finally get to my breaking point and then it all stops at once.
I open my eyes and I'm alone. i woke up in my bed and my mom is patting my foreheads with a wet rag. "what happened?" my question catches her off guard but she fake smiles. "nothing sweety, you just hit your head." Grayson walks in and hands me a water. he has a hand print on his face and his eyes re red like he has been crying. my mom walks out and he sits down on the bed. a sharp pain shoots through my head and high pitched noise fill my ears and then it stops all at once.
I open my eyes and the room is pitch black. I'm left alone in the room. I hear the faint noise of crying come from the room next to mine. I feel nauseated but I stand anyways and switch on the light. The room becomes unfamiliar. I don't know where I am or how I got here. I sit on the bed and try to remember. My mind is lost and confusion engulfed what little sense I had left.
A man in blue walked into my room holding a grey clipboard. He stands by the door and observes me. "How are feeling tonight Ethan?" The question leaves his mouth and I don't know how to answer. "Where am I?" He looks at me confused but continues writing. "You are in the same place you have been for the past three months Ethan."
My mind is more confused now. He breaks my thoughts, "Time to take your mess then it's off to bed." I just nod in agreement and take the half blue half red pill and lay in the bed.
G;
Ethan had become almost crazy after he had found out about what Cameron had done to me. He's been more angry, when he calms down he acts as if he doesn't remember most of what had happened. I haven't been doing well myself. My parents yell at me, hold me down and tell me I'm a bad kid for what I had done to Cameron. When they leave me be, I can still hear them. It's like they won't go away. It scares me.
We haven't gone to school for the past month. My parents become more manic and I feel my brother and I become more psycho. It's like the world shakes and I can feel anything anymore once my parents come into my room.
I just wish it would all stop.
***
My mom decides to take us on a short trip one night. We get in the car and she doesn't stop driving till we pass a gated entrance titled "Sage Forest Asylum."
We walk into a dark room and we get seated at a line of chairs as we await for my mother to finish filling out forms. "Be good boys." She says to us as she walks out leaving us. Men in all blue escort us to our rooms. The halls get darker as we approach our doors. I watch as Ethan walks into his room and I walk into mine.
The man in blue hands me white scrub like clothes. I put them on and he shows me to my bed. I lay down and he writes some things down on a grey clipboard. "Good night kid, you're gonna need it." He shuts the light off and walks out leaving me alone in the dark room, a place that I now call home.
