Of all things Claus felt, coldness was the one that annoyed him the most. The fact that he couldn't stop shaking, the feeling of his slim body numbing. The nerve of the people that had locked him away in that place. Yes, he had a few mental instabilities, but it was no reason to throw him in a mental asylum. Well, everyone was a little crazy, no? Then why just him and not the rest of the world?
When they trapped him, ensnared him like an animal, he was only playing with his friend, Mr. Morrison. That was no reason to keep him locked away. Besides, it wasn't like Mr. Morrison didn't want to play. On the contrary. The little old man was more than happy to play along with Claus. Oh, they had fun playing hide and seek, Simon says, and so many other fun childhood games. Although, dear Mr. Morrison didn't actually put up a good fight in the games against him. And that was making Claus kind of bored, in a way.
So he had decided to find more friends to play with the day after. The problem was that the men with guns and armor had brutally entered his house to take him away and lock him in a cage.
After a few days in that cage, being watched by those rude people, they took him to a different place. He tried to run away, to go back with Mr. Morrison, but the men didn't let him go. Clause wasn't strong enough, with his thin arms, to run and get away from them. Then the men chained him and dragged him to a van. He hadn't been in a car in a very long time, and it felt so strange being in one again. The last time he had been in one was with his momma. The thought hit him like a bolt; or like when momma got angry at him for behaving badly. He hadn't thought of momma in a long, long time. He remembered when he was smaller. Remembered when momma would call him in from the backyard to eat. Or the nights when he'd get a cookie from momma for being a good boy all day.
He would have kept remembering, but the rude men started to pull him out of the car as soon as it stopped. As soon as he was out of the van, they dragged him to a nice room with lots of seats and a lady sitting on a really high desk. He noticed other people sitting around as the men forced him to stand in front of the lady. When he looked at the lady again, she had a certain look in her eyes. He couldn't seem to place the look she gave him, but it made him uneasy in many ways. Then she began talking with words he couldn't understand very well. When he was small, momma didn't send him to school, like the other kids from his street, because she said that he would be treated badly. So he just looked at her, listened and tried to understand what the lady was saying, but he didn't seem to be able to.
They stayed like that, she talking and he just standing there, hearing but not listening. After what seemed like a long while, she asked him if he had anything to say. He looked around. At the men at his side, at the people to at the far end of the room, at the man dressed in brown standing next to the lady, and said he was only having fun and playing with his friend. No one said anything, no one made a sound as he said that, and then she said "alright", followed by something else he didn't understand. Then the men began pulling him again. Maybe to take him back to the cage, but he didn't want that. So he tried to get free again, and this time he managed to get free. He ran as fast as he could, evading the mean and rude men who were chasing him. Then, in a large room with big, clean glass windows, he saw someone. He looked at someone that looked so much like his friend Mr. Morrison, and he ran towards him, the chains still holding his hands. So, he jumped on Mr. Morrison's brother (he assumed he was his brother) and began to jump on top of him, as he did sometimes his Mr. Morrison. He was so happy, for he had found another friend to play his games with. He thought of all the fun things they'd play and do! But the happiness faded away as soon as the rude men tackled him to the ground and kept him from Mr. Morrison's brother. He was thrashing and trying to get loose from them to go back with his new friend, but the rude men didn't let go and began to drag him away from his friend. He shouted and screamed in pain as they roughly dragged him away. That's the last thing he remembered before one of those men punched him and he went to sleep.
When he woke up, he was in the little white room, with a shirt that held his hand tightly around him. He tried to get out of it, but the shirt held strong. Then there were other men and women in white nightgowns coming in and out, injecting him with big, sharp needles that hurt when they poked him. Sometimes, when they'd poke him, he would go to sleep. Other times, when they poked him, he'd get dizzy and fall over and not be able to stand up again for a while.
When he was awake, he'd remember about Mr. Morrison and all the fun they'd have, before the mean men came and took him away. There were times, as he slept, those men came again, with big, sharp claws to make him feel scared. Those dreams where happening more and more until he felt nothing but anger towards those men for taking him away from his most dear friend.
One night, he had a different dream. A dream that made him very happy. And in the following days, he couldn't stop remembering that dream. He couldn't stop thinking about making those men his friends too. So he told himself that the next time he'd see them, he'd make them his friend and have a lot of fun with them, just like he did with Mr. Morrison.
