White Walls {A Brallon Fanfic} [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 8

The new kid was a pretty good looking 13 year old with brown hair that wasn't yet to the point of a rich chocolate brown. He was also really, really tall. His most striking and notable feature was his eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes. They were big, bright blue eyes. There wasn't  single thing I didn't like about his appe Even though his were stunning, they looked sad and fearful. I was too when I first saw the place and the condition of the other 4 guys at the time. Mrs.Dutch pushed him through the doorway forcefully and ordered us to take car of him and show him what was to be expected of him. She then went off to her cushy room to go smoke her weed and do her drugs.

The poor kid didn't seem to talk much. He looked sad. After years of having it and being around people who have it, I became really good at telling if a person had PTSD. This kid, most definitely did. There was something else terribly wrong with him that I couldn't quite put my finger. Something much sadder. Something much deeper. Something almost terrifying. His eyes told his story.

"Hey. So, first things first, what's your name?" Patrick asked. I was so wrapped up in trying to figure this boy out that I barely noticed he asked the question. It wasn't until the boy started talking that I realized. I was so confused, I failed to notice him glancing at me from his downwards stare, gaze glued to the splintery, creaky floorboards.

"Dallon." he finally said after a long, awkward pause.

"Dallon what?" Pete asked.

"Dallon Weekes." he finally said after another moment of silence. Before I could stop myself from saying it, I blurted out something I never intended to say. I almost sounded rude. I really didn't mean it. I don't know if Dallon got the hint though. I got nervous.

"What's your mental issue?" I asked as Dallon looked up at me with a confused look on his face. I realized what I just said and had to quickly cover it up. Damn my impulsiveness. "Everyone was put in here for some 'reason'. What's yours?"

"Schizophrenia and PTSD. Signs of DID." everyone was shocked and stood there with their jaws dropped. Even Tyler and Josh stood wide eyed. We all expected the PTSD. The shock was the other two. Schizophrenia is a horrible mental illness in which the victim has pleasant or horrific events confused with the reality they are supposed to be seeing. You can barely differentiate the two. You live inside your mind and it won't let you out. Your mind is holding you captive. People are often born with it or trauma induces it. Victims can go unresponsive for hours, even days at a time. It's a really scary thing. It often results in PTSD. It's hard to tell though, whether the PTSD the victim has is from the schizophrenia or the event that induced it.

I needed to find out who Dallon was. Sure, I knew his name and what illnesses he has, but I needed to find his story. What he lived through and why it happened to him. What went on in his past life and how he felt about this new life. I found it baffling though the more I thought about it. I then remembered that schizophrenia usually doesn't show symptoms until the person is in their teens or early twenties. Even more baffling, the DID. I understand how that could have possibly happened though. The schizophrenia was too much abuse for the mind to handle so it fractured into different states of consciousness, or other personalities to handle the abuse for the host, or the original personality. It scared me to think about what this kind might go through in his own mind on a daily basis. Then to see him in a shitty place like this. Next thing we'll know is a news article that's titled "13 year old kid commits suicide in local orphanage". Then watch. No one will care. No one ever has, and I don't see that changing much.