It became a daily thing.
Seeing the boy.
Yes he has a name.
A very beautiful name.
But you don't need to know it yet.
He was always being led down the hallway at the same time everyday.
I don't know what time exactly.
But that was when the nurses got me.
I would watch him try to fight their grip.
And fail.
Everytime.
It made me want to help him.
For he was so weak.
Yet he was strong.
Had a light within him.
Don't ask me how.
I'm just insane.
Literally.
Days would pass and I would see him again and again.
I think I actually felt happy.
