You Are not alone

III

- Four times five twenty ... twenty days that I'm locked in here!
He gave a big kick in a bin that flew to the other end of the room, scattering rumpled sheets of paper. He wasn't taking his medication, they give him nausea and after all seemed to get confused in his head and he felt lost, abandoned ...
His character discreet and exemplary behavior gave him the possibility to keep guitar stolen and he allowed to have access to Gardens, in front of the service Pediatrics.
"damage they are no more colors here ... huh guys?" is lamented David "Yeah you right bro" "damage as we have not visits children, they would bring a little animation!" said Chuck.
- We could go play them a song right?
"Ok dude brought you freak out! It's supposed to be you the resonnable with him!" appointing Jeff.
- I know, but it's depressing to see them sad ...
"I am for !" Seb added, "We'll get in trouble ..." muttered Pierre.
- Well I require: for ... Four out of six. Let's go !
He rose from the bench energetically and mingled with the crowd of visitors. The first room he entered contained six beds aligned row of three. childrens about 8 years looked at him with big round eyes. "Go there bro!"
- Hi, how are you ?... "More convincing ..." Chuck said "you look like a depressive!" Commented Seb.
- Uh ... that tells you a little music?
Childrens smiled at him and stood in a circle to the back of the room.
He joined them and moved into the circle and began to play a few notes.
- I am just a kid and my life is a nightmare, I am just a kid, I know that is not fare ! ...
In his head all had their instruments and give them maximum for children. He transcribed what he heard by causing his fingers on the strings of his guitar.
" Nobody cares cause I'm alone in the world ! " Pierre sang.
- Nobody cares cause I 'm alone in the world !
he stopped net , seeing enter in panic nursing who make away children and lifting him violently of the soil. "Hey! but what are they doing" "you leave not make bro!" "it's useless there ..."
No words can come out of his throat and he trailed in the direction of asylum crossing the frightened eyes of children except one. One watched him with sadness and compassion.
He knew it, it was over. He won't come out more freely in the service ...
The nurses threw him into her room, leaving him there on the cold tiles, his guitar at his side, having survived the shock.
- It was exhilarating ...
"What?" They speak together.
- Should we go back!
"No, but you're sick ?!" "It's not possible dude ..." said Pierre.
- Yeah I'm sick! They tell me this all the time! They say you don't exist , you are here right ? So yes I am sick but the look of this kid show me that my illness makes me live from this world!
"Ok ... we can do it," Jeff whispered. "The purpose of our music is to do good, then what are we waiting for?" Said David forcefully.