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Prologue

Welcome to Shady Pines mental institution.

Here at Shady Pines, we care about your helth and wellbeing. It would be appreciated if you would comply without any problems or fight. Thank you for understanding.

Eleven years ago on my sixth birthday, those were the words that greeted me upon my arrival to what I thought was going to be a trip to Disney World. Momma had woken me up real early to get me ready and I was so excited. She told me, "The Devil's not going to be on our thoughts today Chris. Today's all about fun."

I believed her.

We hadn't driven two hours from our small town in Georgia when I fell asleep because rides in our car often made me tired. When I awoke, we were pulling into the driveway of a huge building that looked like an old hospital. I asked, "Momma, where are we 'goin? This isn't what Disney world looks like on the TV..."

"No, this is it." She said patting me on the head.

We parked the car and she held my hand as we walked together into the large entrance together. As soon as we walked in, I knew this wasn't Disney World. I could hear all of their thoughts; here comes another one. What was so wrong about me?

"Momma, I don't like it here." I said, tears springing right to my eyes. But she just shook her head and smiled her best smile, like we were in church. I looked up from her face and saw a woman dressed in a white nurses uniform holding a clipboard standing in front of me.

"This must be our latest patient. What's your name son?"

"Chris Amherst ma'am." I replied awkwardly. She nodded and wrote something down on her clipboard. She turned to my mother and said, "You're sure he belongs here?"

Momma nodded, "I bet he can hear your thoughts right now. He knows he don't like this place. He's got good reason-the Devil's in him. He was born outta sin, never knew his father."

The nurse said in a rather demanding tone of voice, "Can you hear what I'm thinking Chris?"

"Yes, ma'am. You think there isn't 'nothin wrong with me. There isn't, I just hear your thoughts, God gave this gift to me, I'm just special. That's what my Daddy always used to say to me, before the accident when I was caught talking to him in church." I smiled up at her.

The nurse took a good hard look at me and sighed. I thought for sure this one would learn to shut his mouth and say that he's fine. It's a shame he's going to have to be put away. The kid's so young; maybe five give or take six. "Give him here, we'll take care of him from now on." A real shame.

Momma picked me up and handed me over with tears in her eyes. "Take him," and the nurse took me in her arms and walked away with me down a long white corridor.

"Welcome to Shady Pines mental institution. Here at Shady Pines, we care about your helth and wellbeing. It would be appreciated if you would comply without any problems or fight. Thank you for understanding." She recited the lines as if she'd said them a thousand times. I knew that she had.

A shame. This kid's got a good soul, I can feel it. Hey kid, I know you're scared. You should be. This place isn't for babies. Grow up as fast as you can and learn to keep your mouth shut. She said to my thoughts.

Somehow, I knew she was like me. As it turns out, she was my personal nurse. She was the one who helped me escape.

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