| Don't worry, son... You're going to be alright.... We spoke to the doctors and got everything fixed up for you.... |
| "Happy birthday to me..." the boy said simply to himself. "Ahh...." Rest, son.... Mommy and daddy will take care of it son... |
| It was late at night. The boy got out of bed. The boy was tired, exhausted and could barely open his eyes. He went and walked out of his room and into the bathroom to get washed up. He took off his clothes and prepared his shower. Steam filled the room. "Hot water that creates this much steam is a bit much isn't it? The room should melt under this kind of temperature," the boy spoke to himself. "What did you expect, son? You're hurt. We can't let you. Go all alone into the world after you've been injured like this." It was the mother and father in their formal clothes again. The mirror was not a bathroom mirror, but a glass wall. The bathroom sink's reflection showed his father's desk. The reflection of the bathroom was that of his father's study, not the bathroom. Water came from the ceiling drop by drop as the boy's legs withered away by drop by drop. "You can't do this!" The son yelled as his body was sinking into the floor. "Son... you always underestimate our abilities. We can do anything. We would do anything to protect our son." The son's body was being devoured into the floor. He tried to pull himself out of the puddles of acid, but it was like trying to pry himself out of quicksand. It was impossible for him to escape. Then the acid stopped. The boy blinked and the floor had then set to fire. The acid was flammable as well it had appeared. The walls melted away before he could notice. They were in the eternal darkness in space. His parents still stared at him with large toothless and crooked tooth smiles. Their eyes were crossed and rolled towards him as well. "You should never lose faith in your mother and father," the parents spoke in unison. Then they sang in high off-key voices. "Never forget about your parents. You'll always be our son. Day in, day out. We will never forget you. You, you, our son!" The boy blinked again and a large holy colored hand came from the sky of space and pulled the boy out with its two fingers. |
| "You can't do this to me!" the boy yelled at the top of his lungs. His body was red as ever and his eyes were as murderous as ever as he stared right in the eyes of his parents. "AAH!" The doctors and nurses all went to restrain him. "Can't get any more help can you doctor?" the father asked politely. The father was his everyday wear this time. Looking a bit tired, but still keeping the same facade in his physical appearance. "Sorry, but we already called as many off-duty experts to the job as we could. It's twice the recommended amount for the operation and the rest of hospital is remaining where it is as people are suffering from this new unknown epidemic." "Fortunately, it is not fatal for your staff members. I understand," the father smiled. He shook the doctor's hand. "Thank you for all you've given me and my wife. We will be very generous towards your research on the new epidemic. Thank you." The boy still lied there on the bed helpless as many tranquilizers and such were stabbed into him. He felt as if his whole body had been rearranged. "I was in a car crash," he thought to himself. "That is why I am here," he spoke to himself calmly. "BECAUSE OF THEM!" he screamed to the top of his lungs again. After another five tranquilizers went into his shoulder, the boy closed his eyes again. |
| "You're going to have to let your son go," the doctor said. He was pinching his nose. He looked quite tired. "But it's my son. You surely do understand do you? As one parent to another...." "The boy seems very stressed and irrational when he is near either one of you," another man said. The man wore a brown suit but did not wear a full head of gray hair. "It doesn't even matter when the two of you are separated. He seems to point to all of his problems at you for some odd reason. He's been having dreams. He thinks you two have a psychic link to each other just to think about how he suffers and how you two can mess it up. Any indication of love or of the proximity of your presence and he is set off like a time bomb... no, a madman strapping himself to one. I understand as parents that you are extremely worried about your son." "Though the operation is over with, he will need time to recover." The father put a fist down onto a nearby desk breaking the desk to pieces. Steam came out of his mouth. He sat down by himself. "It was his birthday a couple of weeks ago. We weren't supposed to say goodbye to him until two months later," the mother began to cry. The man in glasses and a black suit took a pen out. "Ready to give your son emancipation?" The father was nervous. Sweat dripped all over his clothes. He stank of body odor. He slowly took the pen and dragged it slowly across the paper. "It will only be temporary sir. Until the doctors clear him for rehab like you had stated-" The father was done with the signing and quickly yelled, "Shut up... I know," as the mother punched the doctor in the face. The doctor was out cold. "Remember to tell our son happy birthday again and to give him this check," the father spoke to the psychologist. |
| The boy looked at the clock. He looked at the check on the desk. He looked at the sunset in the sky. "Independence...." He looked into a mirror next to his bed. His parents were still there. "Well..., at least until I can get a restraining order..." the boy spoke with a tongue similar to that of his father's. "Oh joy," he spoke using his mother's. |