No Strings Attached

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June 30
        The trees were a blur as we drove out into the countryside. All different shades of green, blurred together in a mess. My glasses sat on my lap. Slowly my eyes closed. Maybe wherever they are taking me will be good. Better than the last place. Away from them. Away from society. Maybe they've had enough of me, of them. Its tiring, moving from place to place because of me. Because of them. No one told me the truth. I had to find out myself, about them. Different personalities, they said. It can be helped with medications. No it doesn't. I apologized everytime something happens. Even if it wasn't my fault. The other personalities I have...they're all so different.. One is sadistic..one is lovey-dovey...then the worst. The one I try to keep hidden. The Murderous One. It takes everything to keep him inside. Me? I'm just Felix Edwards, simple guy with very different personalities. I like to be left alone. In the dark. 
        We hit a bump in the road and my eyes shoot open. "What the hell..." I mutter.
        "We are almost there, Felix."  my mother, said sweetly. 
        "Never told me where we are going. Where you're leaving me." I snarl. "Don't lie to me. I already know."
        She sighed, "Felix, honey, your father and I aren't sending you away forever. This is a boarding school. You should be safe here-"
        "-Just promise me this, Felix," my father interrupted "don't let him lose again."
        "I don't let him lose at all. He overpowers me when I am weakened or depressed. Victor thrives on it all, all negativity."
        "I am just saying, Son."
        My mother pointed to the building in front of the car, "That is your new school. They will measure you for uniforms." 
        Hopefully everything will be okay this time. I don't want to be put in a mad house and forgotten..
        The sound of crying broke our attention. Mother softly asked me to get the pacifier, for Mary-Jane. I looked into her bright blue eyes, the same as my parents, same as mine. I smiled softly at the infant, and handed her the pacifier. Her eyes watched mine...hopefully she doesn't have to see my other sides. Only the one that is the caring older brother. Mary-Jane's small hand grasped my index finger and smiled. 
        "See she doesn't fear or hate you." Mother whispered.
        "Not yet at least." I muttered darkly, under my breath.
        The car came to a stop before the school. There were several people outside of it talking. One turned to us, as we got out of the car. My parents holding my stuff, me holding my sister. The man walked up to me and smiled, "You must be Felix Edwards. Welcome to White Mountain School. In case you are wondering, we are at the base of a mountain. Its peak is covered in snow all year, hence the name. I am Headmaster Armstrong"
        I nodded my head. Mary-Jane cooed and pulled on my shirt. "What is the school like?" I asked.
        "How the school is like?" the headmaster stroked his greying beard. "Well, there is a lot you can do here. Horseback riding, fencing, opera, ballet, arts. Classes are from about eight to one, lunch is at eleven to twelve thirty. The library is open all day until ten." 
        Soft music escaped an open window, I looked up to the window and saw ribbon flowing out then back inside. I thought I got a glimpse of someone there. 
        "Ah, my daughter. Lilith. Some call her Lily. Her mother sure did."
        "Where's her mom at, Headmaster?
        "Gone." Headmaster Armstrong left it at that. I didn't press any further. It might be a touchy subject. I looked up back at the window. Lilith was sitting at the open window, staring back down at me and her father. She smiled softly, and waved. Headmaster Armstrong tipped his hat to her and Lilith disappeared back into the school. 
        She's pretty.. I want to talk to her.
        "May I join ballet?" I ask politely. 
        "To get near my daughter?" he growled softly "You may be in ballet, but go no where near my daughter." 
        "Yessir."
         You can't stop me from talking to her...can't you? Can he?
        I looked back up at the window. Ballet class. Math. Literature. Chemistry. Stable duty. Free hour and lunch. That's my daily schedule now. I turned to face my parents and Mary-Jane. "When will I see you again?"
        "At Christmas, son." my father placed his hand on my shoulder, my mother holding a cooing May-Jane. 
        "I'll see you at Christmas then." I held my head high. Nothing can stop me. I will keep the other personalities in check. My family hasn't given up on me yet. I will survive.