Hello, everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a while… We'll get right to the story this time!

"Of all the things for my mom to do… why this? Well, it's not exactly a horrible thing… I mean, you can make friends, and then I can destroy your relationships! I hate your existence."

Vincent wasn't exactly psyched about moving. I mean, sure he didn't like being in the place they were… but Vincent knew… he knew what his "other side" would do when surrounded by so many people… or maybe not?

"Airline Indiana to California now boarding." the over speaker announced. Vincent took a deep breath as his mother smiled at him. "Ready to go? To start a new adventure?" She really looked… happy. Vincent looked up at her. She was young. She wasn't settled in life yet. And whose fault was that? His. He ruined her life. She might've had a dream… a future plan. He did this to her.

"Honey? Are you okay…?" she knelt down to his height. Which wasn't very far from her's. He was tall for his age. "Y-Yeah… I'm fine!" Vincent replied, smiling the biggest smile he could muster. He knew she wouldn't buy it… but maybe she knew him enough to leave the matter alone. She stood up straight and led him to the gate without another word. Apparently she did.

"What is up with him lately? I-Is it me…?" Amelia snuck a look at Vincent. He kept his head down, hands on his lap, listening to his music with his headphones he got for Christmas. Even though their family didn't have much, Amelia always tried to make sure he felt comfortable… parents always complain about spoiling children, but what if you never have enough to spoil them? Amelia wrung her hands together. She wished she had more… more to give him. She had close to nothing, she gave all she could to Vincent, even though she felt it was never enough.

"Hey, did you like that restaurant? If you want, we could go back sometime… they're all over California." Amelia nudged Vincent, a smile tugging her lips.

Vincent looked up at her. He nodded and smiled. That was the right thing to do, he felt. Maybe he could do away with that sadness eating at her. He didn't know what it was, but it was always there it seemed. Maybe… maybe it was that girl he hurt at the party? He still didn't want to think about that… he still didn't believe his mom when she told him she was fine… she couldn't be… Vincent shook it out of his thoughts, or at least he tried. He had to give his mom a proper answer.

"Yeah, sounds like fun! I mean, you really like that restaurant, huh?" Vincent asked. Amelia leaned back in her chair with a small smile. "It was my favorite when I was your age… everyone thought it was so childish, but it always made me feel better…"

"How did you deal with so many people… like, being mean to you…?"

"Hm. I guess I just always ignored them. I decided random people shouldn't have a right in controlling my life." Amelia shrugged.

Vincent turned from his mom. He was so jealous… not even of just her. Of everyone. How can people just shut off insults? He always tried but no matter what he- no... Him. This was always his fault. Vincent furrowed his brows. Yeah… it was always him.

"Me? Really? ...You know… it's cute… What is. I think it's just so cute that you feel we're two different people… you and I? We're the same. No… I'm not like you. Vincent… I am you." Vincent closed his eyes. No. He could control him. "He has no right in controlling my life… just like Mom said…"

Amelia wanted to leave it alone, she really did. But the way Vincent was acting? He had no reason to… they were finally getting out of that dump. He could live away from those people who always made fun of him… he could have a new start… they both could. She thought back to that conversation she had with the doctor back in the hospital a week ago.

"Ms. Samuel? May I speak to you please?"

"Of course."

"Your son… Vincent, he seems… he seems to have a psychological wound… something we just can't seem to explain…"

"What…? What do you mean?"

"Well… he seems to be at war… with himself. We honestly don't know what it is. All we know is it's dangerous to him. And possibly others. Since we have no idea what this is or what caused it, I'd like to have permission to do a couple tests. We promise not to harm him. We just want to help him."

"Tests… on my son?"

"Now, Ms. Samuel, we honestly won't hurt him. We just want to classify what this psychological threat is."

"Threat…?"

"Yes, Ms. Samuel, it seems to be corrupting his thought patterns, decision making, emotions, and even his relationships."

"What would you do…?"

"Not much. We'd just like to scan his neurological response to a couple things."

"...No."

"What was that?"

"No. You will be doing no tests on my son."

"...Alright. But at least do this for him."

"What is that?"

"Medication. It looks, tastes, feels and goes down the same as his former medication. He won't notice the difference."

"What would that do?"

"I am not permitted to tell you. It's not in my power. But I can promise it would improve mental and emotional health. It would do him some good. If you really care for him that much, you could at least do this for him."

Amelia clenched the bottle in her pocket. "Do him good, huh?" She looked over at him. He was sleeping against the window of the plane, his headphones around his neck. She smiled at the sight. She was glad he could at least sleep through all this. She pulled her hand out of her pocket, rubbing it through his hair. It was always so soft… He definitely had his dad's hair… light brown and so soft… he had her nose, a cute button in the middle of his face. And her skin tone, an olive tan. But… his eyes. He took after no one with those beautiful violet orbs. She always thought it a beautiful sign. A sign of peaceful nature, of a soft heart. She still believed that. If it was true, this sleeping child, her sleeping child, would be the only in her family. A white rose among the red. She didn't want to ruin that. Red was such a contagious color.

"Thank you for flying to California with us! We will be letting passengers off of the plane in 3 minutes. Please collect your things from under your seats or in the compartments above your seat. Have a nice day, and thank you for choosing American Airlines!" the over speaker announced with enthusiasm.

Vincent sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Wow… I slept through that entire flight…? Huh."

"Ready, Honey?!" his mom was already standing, her bag in hand. Vincent looked out the window. "Wow. California. Here we go, I guess…" Vincent waited. He wasn't sure what for. Maybe… an answer? Vincent realized… his "other side" hadn't said anything since the beginning of their flight… but… why? He decided to just enjoy it while it lasted. Something like that… never happened. So why question it? It's not like it'll hurt him. Vincent took a deep breath. He smiled. This time, a genuine real smile. "Yeah… I think… I think I am!"

So there you go! I know, I know, I said something like this won't come up again, but I guess we all get busy sometimes, right? Thanks for reading! I'll see you guys in the next chapter!