We were sitting on our couch, me sketching, Todd rambling out about everything.
"Have you seen the movie, The One Who Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest?"
I shook my head.
"Well, it's this this guy Jack Nicholson, right, who wanted to be put into a mental facility so that he doesn't need to be put in jail," he said really really fast. "He meets this extremely tall American Indian dude named Chief and everybody thinks he's muted but he actually can talk."
He froze then, side glancing at me. I realized that I was a lot like this Chief, except... yah.
"Anyways, they had this scene where he was dragged into this room. A lot like the nurse's room here, the one that I was dragged into. There was this table. I-uh..." he cleared his throat, taking a sneak peek at what I was drawing before continuing, "He was strapped on and then electrified."
He wasn't smiling anymore. I continued to draw this room that he was describing, putting my own details into it. The room I envisioned was small and cramped, a light hanging from the ceiling, one of them broken. The room had a gloomy feel to it, no pictures on the walls to lightened the mood. That's what it's like to be in a mental facility I guess.
"He must have been brain damaged because he didn't even speak back when Chief tried to convince him to run away with him. He didn't even realize that he was being suffocated. He became fucking stupid, a useless piece of shit."
Todd was crying, and I stopped sketching, looking at the the tears glistening down his cheeks. He wiped away his tears and looked at my drawing, giving off a weak smile.
"That's exactly how it looks like, Aiden."
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Silence is Golden
RomansaThis was Aiden's last year in high school, and he was determined to make it a great year. That didn't really work out very well for him. Like all seniors, he was forced to deal with the usual struggles, college, classes, teachers, romance. Throughou...
