Silence

Pt. 12

"Ahhh! Let go of me!"

"Come on you wimp!"

"Brother! Please let go of me!"

He stopped.

"Come! Beg some more! I dare you."

I stood there and gave him puppy eyes.

He did not move a budge. 

The girl ran towards us, "Let him go! He's your little brother for goodness sake! Why are you so mean?"

Still holding onto my hair, he walked up to her and grabbed her hair too. 

He dragged us out of the house with fury, slamming the door behind as soon as we exited.

He yanked our hair and pulled us down the walkway. 

We are both in terrible pain. 

Brother, why are you like this?

*Awakes*

A yawn escaped from my mouth. 

I sat up, I feel more alive at the moment. 

I noticed there is no one around so I took out all the IV's out of my arms, and stood up trying not to pull all the cables off. 

I checked around again to make sure no one is around. 

I tried to stand, my legs are like jelly. 

I stood but soon stumbled back onto the bed. 

Oh dear... I can't even make a run for it. 

I really hate being here and that physiologist is really messing with my head with just his lingering presence each time I see him. 

I've never liked Councillors or physiologists as they treat you inhumanly: that's my opinion.

They talk to you like a child so they don't 'mess you up more' or 'break you'. 

It's a load of nuggets to me. 

If they want to talk to me, they need to say it how it is. Not sugar coated. 

I was just about to stand again but the doctor walked in. 

"Hey! You can't get up, you are still ill." He said trying to help me but I moved really fast to get him away from me. 

I gave him pesky look. 

I think he thought I'd kill him if he came closer as he backed off. 

"Oh for goodness sake, you pulled all your IV's out. Why'd you do it?" He looked at me slightly annoyed. 

I shrugged in response. 

Well, I'm off to sleep before he calls that imbecilic psychiatrist into the room.