Eerie Jerry

An Unexpected Visitor

My eighth birthday passed when I still had freedom. Now, I'm back in the asylum in Whitchurch and I was beyond despair with grief. Not only did I loose my freedom, the perfect family I had was destroyed. I had two birth parents and they were no good. I gave them the slip when they put me in that asylum the first time and I had an advantage against them. What is my advantage now? I'm in an all-white room that was made of padding on all four walls that contained me. There are walls with no padding just past where the window was. On all four walls the tops had white walls with no padding. The ceiling had two four foot long fluorescent lights that were also dim enough to give off a relaxing environment. It didn't cure the grief I had for my family I had who loved and nurtured me. Sparky was my alarm clock toy that would get me up for school and has been my toy since I was four and I was starting playgroup. He was always reliable for getting me up for school and for telling me the time. My first time I was trapped in the asylum, I needed an outside party to rescue me. Rupert Tobbs was my only available assistance. I asked him to get a ghost to bind themselves to Sparky and bring him to life to save me. I learnt that ghosts can not only possess people, they can bring toys to life. I just had to see if that worked and it did when Rupert, himself, came to the asylum as Sparky to save me. I told Rupert that I wanted a different ghost to become Sparky and not him, but Rupert didn't have a suitable IQ. He was drinking alcohol when he was nine years old in his living years. I appreciated the rescue, he scared and fought off some nurses as my dingbat companion and helped me find the house in the woods we had to go to. We ended up finding the house since Rupert, now Sparky, knew about the location of the house. Deep into the woods of Wales rested a double-storey, white-coloured house with a black roof and windows on the walls of the living room and the first floor. Sparky said it had no working water or electricity, which was just fine. I can survive with no plumbing and no electricity. I did for ten straight months when I was on the run from my biological parents and the police. But, this damn mental doctor of mine wanted to join the police in looking for me. They eventually did when they located my first kidnapping victim, in my possession. A living doll girl named Dolcina 'Dolly' Lark O'Malley was my first victim on the run. The punks at school who made fun of me are other victims. But, not of kidnapping, of the supernatural consequences I afflicted upon them with my power. Dolly is an Irish doll girl straight from Ireland. Apparently, she went to Wales to collect some money to build a fund to save her toy shop at home. But, lo, I needed a mother figure at the time and I viewed her as the perfect mother figure to provide for me. Her skills of stealing money were natural and she always carried a sword that was shaped like a big needle. Sparky is dad and Dolly was mum. I didn't want to get into how I lost Dolly, it would bring me more pain as I was going through the grief of my mum now gone. I wiped a tear from my face as I remember her sinister face with her green left eye and her eye patch she had with a pink eye that was sideways. Her blonde hair was made of yarn that was hand-brushed by a wire brush to make the soft hair that I touched to relieve some stress. She was all I had for a mother and now,...she's gone... I wiped more tears from eyes and I wiped my snotty nose on the blanket of my little bed that was provided for me in my room. I had Sparky, so Dad is still here... Where's Mum? Do I have to find a new one or do I have to get Dolly back? I was hopeless and mourning for not only my freedom gone, but my mum too. I didn't have much of a mother from my birth mother, but Dolly was the best mum. She helped us with our missions, she gave me the motherly love I was never given when I was that confused, stupid, little boy I once was. I just...wasn't destined to have one... My birth mother hated me and my mother figure has been taken from me. I just looked up at the grey sunlight pouring through my little window from the wall that was seven feet up from my head and just imagined the freedom Sparky and me had with Dolly. All of that...is now gone... I lay my head on my pillow as the fatigue from the antipsychotic medication they put me on was giving me the effect and I couldn't think straight. All I could hear was yelling, laughter and screaming from other patients who were being treated here. It didn't matter because I was already in hell with my family now broken. I was still a little sore in the head from the shock therapy I was given. I was dizzy and seeing like sparks in my face from being shocked. This is what my life will be like. I had no way out to all of this. One family who hates me and the other is half-complete and my life will remain in this asylum possibly for the rest of my days because my disease detected was incurable, but I can still function with medical treatment. As I was laying there thinking, I kept hearing laughter going on hyena-like. It was coming from a room on this floor. I looked out the window of my door, but I couldn't see who. It sounded like a girl. I had to get up, but when I tried to, I was defeated with fatigue and the fuzzy spots in my face from that shock therapy. It nearly lobotomised me and I couldn't move. I could still hear her. She was still laughing like a hyena and I heard that she mauled a nurse's face. Good, she deserved it, I hate nurses. They remind me of my low-life father who is a nurse. I had to see who it was, but the wave of fatigue just washed over me and I just see black.