Unfortunate Minds || Renga

one:

"you want to go home right?" a man asked as langa looked around the room.

"i just want to get out of here." langa said as he focused his vision on the door.

a room with no windows, and the walls were an off white color. he'd come in this room once a month for his annual interview.

"why would you want to go home?" the man asked and langa looked at him.

langas eye twitched out of anger and he banged his hands down on the table, standing up from his chair.

"you know i don't want to." langa said as he looked down at his hands that turned into fists against the table.

"you love them don't you?" the man asked and langa looked up at him. "your parents?"

the man had a mask on and langa could only see his greying hair and his deep, bright green eyes. it terrified langa.

"why would i love them?" langa asked as he sat back down, removing his eyes from the terrifying man in front of him.

"don't be selfish!" the man yelled and langas entire body flinched. "they did everything for you. they fed you, took you under their roof, used money for your necessities." the man added. "look at me."

"langa hasegawa, look at me this instant!" the man rose his voice again and langa turned his head and shakily met his eyes "how can you not love your parents?" the man asked and langa gulped and his hands shook from underneath the table.

"because they abused me." langa said and the man stood silent but then chuckled. soon, his chuckle turned into a sickening cackle and he continued doing so, as langa looked at him, stunned.

"did you deserve it?" the man asked and langa shook his head. "i can't hear you!" the man boomed and langa flinched and sat straight.

"i didn't deserve it."

"wrong." the man said and langa looked at him.

"i know i didn't deserve getting kicked in the stomach over and over again for dropping a damn plate." langa said angrily as he grew tears in his eyes.

the man narrowed his eyes at langa. the man then leaned his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands.

"but langa." the man said and his eyes crinkled on the sides of them, an obvious sign he was smiling. "you dropped a plate." the man said and langa blinked his eyes.

"i-, so! that doesn't mean-"

"did you ever do it again?" the man asked and langa blinked his eyes again.

"no i didn't." langa said and the man leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"so you learned your lesson?" the man asked and langa looked down at his hands that were still trembling.

"that's wrong."

"what's wrong is you not loving your parents." the man said and langa looked up at him, with wide and glossy eyes.

"you are a selfish, greedy and sick young male. you are sick in the head. you need us to help you get better." the man said and langa shook his head.

"you think it was okay to call the police on your loving parents? how much more of a disgrace can you be to your family that did everything for you? spouting this nonsense? you are a disgrace, langa." the man said louder and langa shook his head more forcefully.

"no, no. no!" langa yelled as he lifted his hands to his head and gripped his ears.

"langa, don't do that. i'll have to inject you again and you'll sleep for two days straight." the man said sternly and langa slowly put his hands down, his face red.