Song is Crazy=Genius by Panic! At The Disco (there IS cussing, so if you're not into that, then you don't have to listen)
Twelve years later
A shrill beep sounds through the walls of my cell, signalling my food is here. Limply, I grab it, eating slowly.
Another meal, another day of living a meaningless existence.
Twelve years ago from today, I was ripped away from my family. All because my brain functions differently from the rest of the population. Then again, I'm 'contagious'. A disease. I'm dangerous.
I laugh weakly at my thoughts. They told me I was crazy when I was only five? Ha, if anything, they made me crazy.
Finishing up my food, I glance around at the walls again. They're blank, but they hold stories. Stories of my pain, my suffering. They hold my tears, my screams. They're my family. The only solid thing I've seen except for the door. They hold me together; keep me from going truly insane.
They test me. Pass me pills in the food. I don't care anymore. They say it's to 'treat me', so I can be let out one day. When will that day come, huh?! After twelve years, can you blame someone for not trusting their methods?
I start to hum a song from Emma. She used to sing it a lot, even with the cuss words. I cut them out, though, and replaced them with non-cuss words. I hate cussing; it tears me apart and reminds me of my lost family.
"If crazy equals genius. Then I'm a freaking arsonist, I'm a rocket scientist! Hey ay ay, hey ay ay, if crazy equals genius!" I sing to myself, leaning my head back. (A/N Haha, while re-reading this after a while of not writing, I was listening to the song right as the words he sang came up. I was like 'lol, that was a funny coincidence' in my head)
In a corner of my room, I have a stack of books and workbooks. They 'value our education', so they gave us interactive workbooks for grades one through twelve. I finished them all three years ago, when I should've been in eighth grade. I've also read all the books multiple times. So many times, in fact, I've memorized almost all of them.
To pass the time now, I often get lost in my head. In there, I'm with my family, laughing and being a normal teenager. I get to see my brother and I hug and spend time together. I get to see my mother hug and kiss me all over. I get to see my father smile at me, proud of who I've become. I get to see Emma, smiling and laughing, ruffling up my hair like when we were little.
It's never real; never ever. When I open my eyes, I find myself with just the walls and the door.
Other times, when I'm too emotional to handle day-dreaming, I draw. It's simple, really. By using the metal utensils they give me for my meals, I scrape it against the stone walls. I've even used my water and certain foods to create water colors. They try to give us color in our lives, to 'help us feel more at home'. Colored napkins, colored utensils, colored food even! It makes me sick sometimes, but I use it for my art. I find it funny, actually, that they would give 'mental patients' metal tools and colorful food. How ignorant are they?
I stare at my art now. With all it's smooth edges from rubbing, they look like they could pop out and help me, keep me company.
Who are you kidding, Ryan? You're crazy! Art can't come to life! And the walls and doors aren't your family! And most importantly, you will never see your real family again.
My thoughts bring tears to my eyes. A sob escapes my throat, as I slide down on the wall more, until I'm curled up on my side, my back pressed against the cool stone walls.
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