Breaking Violins

when you love something, never let it go

Sunday 12:20 pm

Mother sighed heavily. She shuffled the papers on her desk for the third time. A couple of interns were running around her large loft, making phone calls and other whatnots. Mother was having a fairly rough day. The fact that she figured out her kids were sneaking out at night didn't help her day either.

"Goddamn sneaky little bastard." She growled to herself as she sifted through her drawers for Elijah's forged adoption papers. He insisted on staying at October Hill and that was fine but the fact was that he could be seen which meant he counted as one of her kids; he needed official papers dead or not.

"I'm older than your father," She mocked bitterly. Elijah irritated her. She'd known him when she was little but their relationship hadn't changed. He was always there, haunting her with all his bitter memories. It wasn't her fault that her grandfather shot him to death out in the woods. It wasn't her fault that his soul had bounded to earthly things that kept him here. But it pissed her off that she could tell no one that he wasn't an actual person.

She found his folder and slapped it on her desk. It was an extremely heavy file which had collected years of information and dust. She sifted through the papers until she came upon the earliest entries. She came upon the last documented information before he was killed.

Name: Elijah Jazz Wood Jr.

Age: 16                                                                                    sex: Male

Weight: 142 lbs 2 oz                                                             D.O.B:  5/25/1884

Height: 6' 5                                                                             Race/ ethnicity: Caucasian/ Latino            

Hair color: black

Eye color: grey

Mother flipped through a couple of pages before she found what she was looking for. She found a thin sheet of paper that consisted of several reasons why Elijah had been admitted to October Hill in the first place. She smiled to herself. Elijah wasn't just a pyromaniac.....

"Excuse me."

Mother looked up to find a thin woman hovering in front of her desk.

"Yes may I help you?" The woman fixed her reading glasses and peered down at Mother with dark brown eyes.

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Carson, I will be teaching October Hill's older children starting tomorrow." The woman said in a firm business voice. Mother took in the tall woman.

"Yes I am aware classes start tomorrow." Mother lied; she had nearly forgotten the fact.

"Yes, well um do any of those children have any special needs I should know about? Needs that may possibly disrupt my class?" Mother sighed and straitened her silver hair. Her piercing brown eyes took on a tired affect but that may have been the developing crow's feet at their corners.

"Well you'll have several compulsive liars; there will possibly be two selectively mute children, um..." Mother pulled a file from a stack of papers at the corner of her desk and briefly flipped through its contents.

"All severe mentally challenged students are in separate classes so they won't be a bother, there are a few children with severe depression so you may have to watch them a little more carefully with potentially dangerous items but you'll have on the clock staff to help you out. Oh and um one patient had a seizure last night and she's recovering so she may or may not be in class tomorrow."