𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜]

𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

A young raven-haired boy was walking on his way home, humming while kicking a small rock. He was enjoying the sceneries he could see as he walked by.

He continued doing so until he found himself in front of the small playground where he usually play but he don't come there now because he enjoyed playing video games more. He saw another young boy like him, sitting by the sandbox. The boy was playing by himself, giggling softly. He had a bright blonde hair, he looked like a sun.

The raven-haired approached the blonde's direction, tapping him on his shoulder. "Hey." He greeted, smiling softly. "Oh hi!" The blonde greeted cheerfully as he gave him a bright smile. "What are you doing here all by yourself? Where are your friends?" He asked him, tilting his head slightly.

The blonde petite boy didn't answer him, he just looked at him and shrugged to the question. Then, he continued playing with the sand. "What's your name?" The taller raven-haired asked him.

"I'm Dylan! How about you?"

"I'm Blake. Nice to meet you."

Ever since that day, they hang-out with each other. They always talk about everything and anything that they can say about themselves. They enjoyed each others company. Dylan is such a great companion to Blake. He understood every little things that Blake would do.

They still hang-out a lot even though they are already in 7th grade (1st year middle school). Both of them lived their own lives.

Blake joined the basketball club since he loves playing with the sport. He is one of the promising rookie on their club. Everyone praised him for his skills and he loves it.

But it is a different case to Dylan, he's so mysterious, noone likes him. Noone even knew anything about him. Blake have always wondered why noone would like an amazing person like Dylan.

Whenever the raven-haired talk about his friend to his classmates and club, they would just look at him weirdly. They would just change the subject and talk about something else.

He thought that it was strange, on how they looked at him. They looked at him like he was a crazy person. They always looked at him with "again?" reaction.

Because of that, people's interest to him drastically declined. They would either ignore him or call him different names like "weirdo" and "crazy".

He is not strange! There's nothing wrong with him! He just wanted to boast about his friend. What the hell is wrong about that?

He decided to talk about it with his mother. He told her that everyone bullied him for talking about his friend. He told her how he hated everyone at school for calling him names.

He thought that his mother would understand him. He thought that she would comfort him, that there's nothing wrong with him. But something different from what he expected happened.

She looked at him with pained expression. She looked like she was about to cry.

"What… a friend?"

His mother asked those words softly, her voice was muffled as she bit her lower lip. She immediately pulled him inside the car. And drove him somewhere far away. 

He watched outside the window as they travel to who knows where. He was so confused, he didn't know why his mother looked at him like that. He didn't know why she looked like she was about to cry.

After a few minutes, they finally arrived to their destination. A white building, it looks clean, although there's something strange about it.

"Mom, why are we in a mental hospital?"