May 16, 2003
Donny really wants to bring his mother to an asylum. He is definitely convinced that she is completely delusional. He's hearing too many stories from her that aren't sane. When he comes to visit (which is more often now than ever) and checks in on her she will be finishing a suspicious conversation with Angelina or doing something out of the ordinary. Irene tries to make Donny see the good in all of this, but Donny is sticking to his side. "The fairy is a false image of his mother's brain, and she is sick. That's what is wrong, she is sick." he thought to himself.
Every time he says it he realizes how real and true the situation is. Mad thoughts cloud his mind. "I'm all she has," he thinks. "She's all I have," he thinks. Donny reminds himself that he needs to quit what he's thinking and go to Irene's house and do. He needs to bring Irene to the mental institute for a 72 hour surveillance.
"This is not suppose to be difficult. Mother I just really think it's for the best," Donny pleaded.
Irene shook her head. "No, no, no, no, no. I won't. I ca-" she gets cut short.
"You can! Stop refusing, it's very simple! They'll take care of you. It's much safer for your health," Donny protested. He begins to lose his temperature at his mother.
Irene would not go. She did not have even the slightest bit of desire to go there. It is a terrible place, she told herself. A hospital helps. An asylum will make your problems worse. They don't let you out. They keep you, and it only goes downhill. After a certain point they won't allow anyone to bail you out. It is a prison.
Prison (n.): a state of confinement or captivity.
Donny is in his home figuring out a plan to get his mother put in the hospital. If the fact that his mother doesn't want to go to the hospital was put on a scale with the fact that she needs to be in one for her sickness, to Donny the heaviest would be that she needs to be in one. He calls Heritage Oaks and discuss the situation with a doctor. The doctor asks if he should send an ambulance to pick up Irene, because Donny cannot bring her there himself. The ambulance would at four.
Irene is making a cup of coconut oolong tea and listening to "The House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals . Her hands are cupped around the mug very gently. She taps the metallic white colored cup with her four fragile fingers, waiting for Angelina to arrive today. She begins to wonder if the fairy will even show up today. She's usually with Irene in the morning, but it is already far past noon. A knocking from the door startles Irene.
"Oh, must finally be Angelina!" she said. She stands up from her chair and begins to scutter over to her sink to place the finished tea cup there.
"Just a minute, Angelina!" she says after hearing another pattern of knock.
Irene brushes down her sheet like buttoned dress to clear the wrinkles, and answers the door. Just as Irene was going to greet a little fairy on the doorstep, she see's herself greeting big black bruised up boots. Her eyes quickly fly up to a few inches over her own height.
"Oh! Well hello there, I was expecting someone else, excuse me." Irene tells the man.
"My name is George Friesen. I'm here in regards to a phone call my department has received. Are you Irene Vianelli?" he assertively said.
"Well, yes yes that's me. But who would call to.. oh. No! I won't go! Donny was fooling I don't need to go! I am fine!" she pleaded.
"Ma'am we can do this the easy way or the hard way," the paramedic said.
Irene's neighbour, Clair, was outside watering her flowers and listening into the scene being created. She has only seen Irene a few times. When they both were taking care of their plants, or when Irene was going in/coming out of her son's car. Clair was oblivious to the situation and was startled at the sight of an ambulance in her neighbor's driveway. She knew she was being rude but she couldn't look away.
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