Elipsis

Therapy

My therapist leaned in and asked "What do you want?" "It's not what I want, it's where I go" I replied. She asked another question "Then where do you want to go?" I looked back down at my palms and answered. "But it's not where I go because it's what I want." She wrote that down. She looked back at me and asked another time "Where do you want to go? And what do you want?" She had her pen ready to write again. "Nowhere and everywhere. Nothing and everything." I replied once again. She indeed wrote that down. She leaned back and took a sip of her water. "What happened this week?" It was more commanding than a question this time. I looked back at the clock seeing there was only five minutes left. "Something but maybe nothing, a world but with no universe. A time with no clock. A book filled with thousands of pages but nothing to read. A land full of happiness and sadness." My therapist nodded. I never learned her name. Nor did I want to. Things like this bore me. I'll wake up tomorrow with the same dream of that night. A baby girl born by two perfect parents, A perfect city, but the girl herself was not perfect, the parents gave her up. But when they gave the baby up destruction hit the world. Maybe it was the parent's fault, maybe it was the child's. No one really knows. 

The clock finally but slowly hit 12:30. It was night outside. This was the only time I could be here. My parents suggested that I should go here every week. Nothing was wrong with me, it was them! But no one ever believes me. No one will ever believe me. Do you believe me? Agh! I'm not even talking to anyone! No one can hear me, or can they.. no no! of course not! I sat up in my chair and yelled "I'M NOT CRAZY!" My therapist set her book down and looked at me, "If you aren't crazy, then why are you here?" I got up and ran for the door swinging it open. I heard my therapist say "Have a good week Aurther." I ran outside onto the bench I usually sat at. I curled myself into a ball and rocked back and forth, letting my platinum blonde hair cover my hazel eyes. I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy. I repeated in my mind. I remembered what the therapist said, Aurther, Thats not my name! "It's not my name" I whimpered repeatedly out loud.

People would walk by seeing me, thinking I was insane. My breathing heightened.  I'm not crazy! I screamed in my mind. I shut my eyes tight as possible for who knows how long. Someone was shaking me, I opened my eyes just a little to see that it was my Mother. "Aurther, its time to go" She said. I smacked her hand away. "Thats not my name!" I yelled at her. People passing looked at my mom with pity. Mother sighed and asked, "Then what is your name, my son?" I closed my eyes again replying "I don't know." She rubbed my back. "It's time to get in the car son." I nodded and walked with her, keeping my head low, this time my hair covered my big ugly pale nose. I was covered in freckle's head to toe. I was hideous to say the least. I knew that for a fact. Once I got into the passenger seat my mother asked, "How was it?" I replied, "the usual." "Any progress?" I scowled "I know what I saw!" She hit the breaks, she turned to me and said "What you saw was not real! Witches dont exist Aurther!" I flinched and yelled " I KNOW WHAT I SAW! AND STOP CALLING ME THAT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I continued "Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone." I went on and on. I wasn't crazy! I'm not crazy! "You're really something aren't you?" Mother said. She sighed "If you're well enough then we could go somewhere tomorrow." I wasn't ill, But I knew what she meant. Ill in the brain. But I wasn't.

"Can I visit Dad?" I asked. My Mother pressed her lips together. My Dad was mental, he would understand me. Mother sighed out "only for a bit." I felt...happy? Was that what it's called? 

Mother parked out front. "Can you go alone? I...I can't see him now.." I nodded and ran in. The man at the front desk said "You do know this is Harlen Lash Mental institution. Correct?" I nodded. The man grunted allowed annoyed with me. He said deeply "Who are you here for?" I spoke up, "Matthew Alren." The man then spoke into a walkie talkie. The man looked back at me. "Go wait until the person your here for is called." I walked to the waiting room. Most of the people in the glass rooms were talking to someone with a straight jacket on. Some weren't. I wondered if Dad would have one. I hope not, I would like to give him a hug- Scratch that, I would like to choke him. He was the only one that understood me and he was sent here for life, well, or how ever long until he is cured. A woman with long brown hair, big green eyes, and dark chocolate skin wearing a long blue dress, blue high heels, and gloves yelled out "Matthew Alren!" I stood up and looked at the glass room she was in front of. There he was, Matthew Alren. I walked over as the tall woman looked at me and then at the man, "You two do look alike, is he your father?" I nodded. "Go right in then." Nodding once again I opened the door. Dad smiled weakly at me, "There's my boy, Have you seen any of them lately?" I nodded. "Do you remember what their called?" I asked. He shook his head. "Sorry kiddo, They keep trying to brain wash me." I sat down in the chair across from him. "But your not crazy!". Dad replied saying "And neither are you. Are you still seeing that therapist?" I sighed "The last one quit saying I was wasting his time by me saying crazy things." Dad laughed and I smiled just a little, "Crazy? We're the normal ones! Everyone else is crazy! Even your mother." He added on, "Don't tell her I said that." I nodded and laughed. 

"How's school going for ya?" He asked. I shook my head, "Teachers are saying I have weird explanations for everything. So they keep failing me, I might have to go the eighth grade over again this year." He smiled, "Ya know, I failed the tenth grade two times" I nodded.  I looked out the glass room checking the clock. Dad smiled. "You still believe what I told you?" I smiled and nodded. Dad used to tell me about spirits, good and bad ones. Monsters, and fairies. Wizards and witches. People who controlled time with their mind. There were other things as well I don't remember. The people here keep brain washing him to forget when he remembers. I confessed to him, "I want to be one of those things" He replied "I did too. Growing up, I always wanted to be one of them, You cant see them a normal eye, it was.. something, ARG! I don't remember!"

The lady from before knocked on the door letting us know the time was over. My Dad smiled at me and said "You wanted the time to be longer to talk, did you?" I smiled back and said "I've always tried since day one, Dad."