Disturbia An MB Love & Horror story *Starring You!*

Chapter 4~ Out of Sight but Never out of Mind

(A/N) WHEN YOU READ FURTHER DOWN, THIS IS WHAT MIRANDA LOOKS LIKE ON THE SIDE SO READ ON A ENJOY ------>

"Running past it all trying escape without for fitting your life was the hardest part. Or was it?" The children clapped as I closed the book wearing a bright smile on my face.

Teacher: Okay class, I want you to all thank Miss Louge for coming to read for us. I smiled at all the little ones; eighth time reading this today if it counted. Children are easy to convince. So innocent, fragile, and honest. Almost bring me to tears. As the kids talked and I started my own conversation with the teacher, I couldn't help but to notice this one kid. Sitting at the arts and craft table, playing with scissors and a bottle of glue. He looked so sad and I wondered why he hadn't came to listen to the story.

Mrs. Dolor: I really just want to give you a huge thank you for coming to read to all these kids! It gives them great joy really to forget their conditions.

Me: Hey Mrs. Dolor sorry to interrupt but who...I pointed to the little one. She kinda avoided the question as she looked back at him and looked to the side.

Her: Oh, that's Daniel...she replied in a very discouraging tone. He doesn't really..like stories. She said lowering her tone.

Me: Oh. Why is he so isolated? It seems like he's so far from all the other kids. So lonely. I watched as he moped around with the scissors and then he did the unthinkable. He took the scissors and put it up to his neck...I shrieked in horror as I lunged towards him but the teacher stopped me.

Me: WHY'D YOU ALLOW HIM TO DO THAT?! He could really hurt himself!

Her: I know how you feel but...* pushes her into a corner* Daniel not like most kids. He tends to act kind of strange..

Me:The hell do you mean by that?

Her: *sigh* Well for starters, Daniel's mother went insane so he went to live with his grandmother. And I don't know what made him snap but Daniel always kept to himself really fairly quiet if you ask me. Anyway a year ago we got Daniel a therapist. The sessions weren't going on so well because Daniel refused to talk sometimes, or would just misbehave. So, he began drawing pictures with crayons. Come with me and let me show you something...

We walked to her supply closet that was in all the way down the hall, the lights seemed to get dimmer and flicker the farther we walked.

Me: You guys might wanna find out from your light company why it does this... she pulled out a rolls of keys as she found the one and put it through the lock.

Her: Your so funny deary. You have to understand that this mental school is over 100 years old! As we walked in I shuddered in fear at what I saw. All over, and I mean ALL over the walls were pictures. Pictures drew in smeared crayon hung on all the nooks and cranes of the wall, every piece covered in drawings. The were some pictures of a stick figure being hung, some of another stick figure eating another, and one had nothing drawn on it. It simply said I took one down slowly observing it.

Me: How can a 5 year old draw something like this? Its just horrifying. Just scary.

Her: Well let's just say, he had a rough past . She sat down.

Me: What happened?

Her: Well when he first arrived here he acted fairly strange and yes I know it's a mental school for children behavior so what do you expect right? He always kept to himself during arts and crafts, ate his lunch by himself, and didn't talk to anyone.

Me: That's terrible!

He had horrible anger issues and when the other kids tease him they go as far as bullying him, hitting him, and leaving bruises and scars all over him. But of course he wasn't gonna go down without a fight, one day he had had enough and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.