"So, Sean, how are you feeling today?"asked the doctor with a friendly grin on his face. Sean looked to the ground. He hated this man. "Don't you wanna talk to me, little boy?"asked the old man again and the smile on his face disappeared.
Sean was scared and answered quiet:"I'm fine, Sir. Can I go home soon?"
The doctor laughed. "You won't understand it, will you?! Your parents aren't there"he said impatient. Sean nodded carefully. "But where are they?"he asked confused.
"I'm sure they are in a better place... Ms. Miller, could you please take him to his new room?"
A woman with a strict haircut came in. "Sure doctor."she answered and took Seans wrist.
"Ah, yes and give him the red pills three times a day."said the doctor when Ms. Miller and Sean left the room.
"The red ones?!"she asked surprised.
The doctor nodded. "Yes, the red ones, Ms. Miller"he said again. The woman nodded and left with the little boy the room.
"You're not alone in your room. There's another boy in your age."she said as they walked down the hallways.Sean just nodded.
The woman stopped in front of a white door. She knocked, then opened the door. "The new boy is here. Please show him the building and tell him what he wants to know"said Ms. Miller and pulled Sean into the room.
A boy with dark black hair sat on one of the two beds and nodded at them.
"Good then. Dinner is like every day at 6PM. Please be there at time"she said and without another word she left the room and left the boys on their own.
"I'm Mark"introduced the black haired boy himself. Sean smiled nervously. "I-i'm S-sean"he stuttered shy. Mark looked at him curiously. "And why are you here?"he asked. "I'm not sure"Sean answered uncertain.
"They said you're sick, aren't they?"
Sean nodded. "Yes, and everytime I ask them if I can go home soon, they say my parents aren't there."
"Don't believe them, okay? You're not sick or anything. They make you sick!"
"How do ye know?"Sean asked carefully.
"Trust me, I know that"Mark said. "Should I show you the building?"
"Okay"Sean answered smiling.
"And this is the 'playground'"explained Mark as the both boys were outside. "It looks... not very nice"
"Yeah, they don't care much about that."
"Who's the boy on the swing? He looks so sad"asked Sean curiously.
"That's Felix. When he came here he was a happy guy. But in the last months he changed a lot"said Mark and watched the blond haired boy closely.
"What happend in this time?"asked Sean confused.
"I don't know."
Mark looked at Sean. "I don't wanna be too curious, but what happend to you and your family?"he asked carefully.
"My parents get hurt"Sean answered.
"A car crash?"
"N-no, there was a big man who stabbed them with a knife. I hid in the closet and saw everything. There was so much red milk."
"Red milk? You mean blood, right?"
"I don't like the word, but: yeah."
"So, your parents are dead, aren't they?"
"What? They can't be dead" Sean laughed nervously. "The doctor said, they are at a better place."
"... Okay, listen Sean. Your parents are dead. The doctor lies. He's a fucking liar. He says the Same to everyone. I know what I'm talking about."
Sean stared surprised at him and Mark followed his light blue eyes, which filled up with tears, closely.
"Oh, please don't cry"Mark said nervously, but the tears already dropped down Seans face.
"That's bullshit! They aren't... they can't be..."he snobbed.
"Sorry... D-do you wanna sit down?"Mark asked carefully.
Sean nodded. They walked to the next bench and sat down.
After a few minutes Sean calmed down and leant against Mark.
"Are your parents dead too?"Sean asked unsure.
"My dad killed my mom. Now he's in jail for... fifteen years. Since four years I'm here."Mark said thoughtful.
"I'm sorry"excused Sean quiet.
"I have to say sorry. I was too rude"said Mark.
They both were quiet. Only the wind and the low squeaking of the swing was audible.
