Unhinged

Chapter one: Erratic

 Chapter one: Erractic

 Soft fingers struck the keys gentley. Each key made a beautiful sound, and all together it made a rythem. A song. I cant remember the name of the song, but the keys, i can remember them. They are like memories. Each key holding my past, my past before the disease started devouring my body.

 A boy, only seven years old. he lived a nice life. he lived in a big mansion and got whatever he wanted. His loving mother, and his hard working father. His father was a rich polish buisness man, and his mother, was an American women who worked as a bank teller trying to earn money to pay off her ill mothers hospital bills. The man was visiting America for  buisness trip, and stopped by the bank to make a withdrawl, it was love at first sight. He payed for her mothers hospital bills in return for her to marry him. she gladly agreed and together they moved to england, bought a big mansion, And they wanted to start a family, but she was unable to give child birth. There was somthing wrong with her reproductive organs, and so she was never able to have children.

 But despite what the doctors said, the women gave birth to a beautiful young baby boy named Joel. He was a miracle. He was gifted with beautiful brown hair, and  stormy gray eyes. He was given  wonderful life. He had many friends, and he adored his mother and father. He respected them greatly, and they were his life. He was given everything he asked for, even though he didnt ask for much. But he was very curious, he wanted to know everything. 

  He wanted to know what his father did for his job, but whenever he would ask his father would always tell him, "When you're older you will understand." and he would walk away. Despite his father almost never being around, the boy had his mother. She stayed at home and looked after him. she loved him very much, and she would just hold him and teach him new things. But one thing she very much enjoyed was playing the piano. 

 His father had a very exclusive name, and thus alot of men envy him. But some even hated him. Rumors soon started to spread about him, and he lost alot of buisness. Soon Joel had no more friends, the children's parents would forbid them to hang out with a boy who's father was a rapist, or  a drug dealer, a pedophile, or even a mobster. But Joel didnt mind, he was still happy just staying with his mother. Even through these bad times she would still play the piano. But soon things got worse. Joels teachers started to fail him because he had his father's name, and his father became paranoid and got security guards to watch him. And soon the boys father became very exclusive. He never saw him anymore, and the boys mother had to get a job, and so she was always busy. But everynight, when she would get home from wrok, she would play the piano, and that was the song the let Joel know she still cared for him, and that everything was going to be alright.

 But one saturday afternoon, after playing in a bunch of paints,  Joel decided to play the piano. He didnt realize at the time, but he had gotten paint all over the keys. When his mother saw she was furious, she even started to cry. She started yelling and screaming at Joel. He got scared and ran to him room, tears streaming from his eyes. He could hear his mother and father fighting about it that night. He became very timid and thought everything was going to become alot worse, But then one morning, his father annouced that they were going to Poland to vist Joel's grandparents.

 Joel becme very excieted, because he never got to see his grandparents unless it was christmas. He was very happy, and he thought everything was going to become better.

Once they went to poland, Joels father dropped him off at his grandparents and left. He waited weeks for them to come back, and everyday he would ask his grandmother, "When will Mama and Papa come back for me?"

 But she would only reply, "Soon." and change the subject. Joel grew use to it, he didnt seem to care.

 Then christmas came, and he went home to vist his parents. But the whole time his mother was shut away, and he didnt see her, not even once. And he was fine, until it was time to leave. He wailed and cried and begged his father to let him stay, but his father turned away and left. 

 Joel started to think his parents didnt want him because he ruined his mother's piano. He felt neglected, and slowly began to hate his parents. 

 Soon when he was six, his grandmother died. At the funeral, Joel's mother wasnt there, but his father was. But when he tried to hug Joel, he simply gave his father the cold shoulder. 

 He started to feel dead inside, like nothing mattered anymore. But when Joel turned seven, his mother and father came and took him on vacation. they went out to an island in Italy, and Joel was happy again.

 HIs mother was happy to see him, and his father was too. They both seemed to have missed him very much. Joel was so happy that he started to cry. He thought that finally, things will go back to the way they were. Life was good again. He was loved, he was cherished, he was happy.

 After two days on the Island, Joel caught a slight fever. His mother didnt want to take chances, so she made him stay in bed until the fever went down. But it didnt. it only went higher and higher until it reached 106. They wanted to put him in the hospital, but the hospital was back on the mainland, and they would have to wait 3 days to leave. They took as much care of him as they could, but he continued to grow more and more ill. By this point, he couldnt get out of bed. he was burning up, and started to act deranged. He felt bad that he was ruining his parents vacation. He had thought that things would become better, but despite the fact that he was very sick, his mother gave him her full attention. His father seemed to be busy the whole time, but kept reassuring her that he would get better. By the third day, Joel couldnt even talk any more. His skin was very pale. His pupils were dialated, His mouth was cracked, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins around his his head became more and more prominent. Shuddenly he started to puke up lots and lots of blood. He started to scream. And when his mother came rushing to his aid, she froze with fear. Joel was shaking rapildly, and started to have a seizure. She called 911, and her Husband, hoping that someone would come and help, and she could do was hold him down and cry. 

 Blood was everywhere. it started to come out of his nose, his eyes. everywere. His skin was white, his eyes were so red, filled with blood, you couldnt see the stormy gray color of them. She was crying. thats all she could do. his heart rate was rising rapidly, and soon enough, it came to a stop. 

 She sat there holding her only childs cold dead corpse. She was in shock. The ambulance never came, and by the time her husband had gotten there, he was dead for a long time now. 

The couple mourned their lost child, never to have another child ever agian. No one could ever replace their little Joel. Their only baby, who died at age Seven.

 This was the story a lady at a hospital had told me. I had never heard this story, but i liked it. 

 I have never been outside of these white walls that surround me. I'm already 13 years old, and the only people i have ever seen were men and women in white. Ive never had real friends. 

 I was told i wasnt capable of doing anything. I was hated by society. My past is a blur. i can remember when i was 5, i lived in Chenobyl. But i really cant remember much of what happen. i can remember my family. 2 brothers a mother and a father. The most recent memory i had though, was me waking up in a hospital, my skin white, i had no pulse. I was dead. And intstead of my brown hair, my hair was a hot pink color. And i had the desire to do wrong. 

 The docotor's said i had developed a chronic disease which basically, i was a zombie. Minus the rotting flesh. But i also only develope to do wrong. I also feel the feelings of the others as well though. Insanity, depression, guilt, and insecurity. But im the only one who can. Basically, we developed all the bad feelings of the human being. And nothing else, no love, no compasion, no sadness.

 We are locked away in an asylum. I rarley make human contact, and that may be due to my cannibal craving. My desire to kill. It feel's like a way of life. To kill. Its all i desire. But the one thing if not to kill, i desire... to die. But i cant. I cant die, until im at rest. i cant die until i figure it out. Which doesnt help, because im not sure what im suppose to figure out. But The one person who talks to me, tells me what im suppose to do. And now all i need to do is break out of this asylum, and kill. Kill them all.