There is a child.
His name is Lynn. This child has a sister her name is Annabelle.
Lynn is a fifteen-year-old; his small sister Annabelle is almost seven
months old, in her mother's womb. She is yet to be born.
From a distance Lynn looks like a decent, kind, gentle boy, he is, when
he is in the right mood for it.
And when he's not, he spends his time huddled in a corner, rocking in a
fetal position, mumbling, half whispering to himself.
When his mother calls he does not respond to her. At a state like this,
little Lynn lives in a world of his own.
He stares off into space, muttering in an incoherent, alien language.
Rocking, his back brushing the corner he is in, at certain intervals, after a
time, the rocking speeds up, his arms which would have been wrapped round his
shoulders, cradling himself, will have reached up and clasped over the sides of
his head, then they would crawl down to his ear. His rocking would grow furious,
his lips moving fast but no audible sound reaches the ear. He reaches a state
where tears start rolling down the side of his face, he would rock harder still,
in silence, then burst in a full out blood curling scream that would send chills
down your spine. Then the clawing would begin.
It is when he reaches this stage he is to be restrained, he already has
many scars all accounted from his early childhood.
Lynn was first autistic at the age of two; it was a mysterious thing,
because the boy was a healthy normal little creature. But it had left him for a
few years, only to make a comeback. It was dreadful because his fits are intense
these days; they never were this like this -never this extreme.
But there is a reason behind this comeback, and why it was so severe,
little Lynn had witnessed his father's cold-blooded murder. He will never be
free of its taint again.
His mother, who was overwhelmed with grief found it hard enough to cope
with her husband's sudden brutal death, let alone look after violent Lynn.
And there was the pregnancy; a new child was to be born, her name is
already chosen, Annabelle.
The American child Jordan -adopted by Mia, Lynn's mother- had said it
was playing with fate as well as extremely bad luck to name a child before it
had been born. Besides, Mia had only predicted that her baby is a girl, there
was no doctors who had confirmed this to her-she didn't want it to be
confirmed as she was very sure it was a girl.
But the doctors knew the gender of the baby, and where secretly
impressed.
Jordan had once asked how Mia knows if her child is a girl or a boy, and
Mia had said that 'Annabelle talks to her mother' during her dreams, and
that she hears her mother's voice and longs to feel her touch.
Lynn, the fifteen year old autistic boy was sitting at a table, the room
was not an especially large one, there were dozens of drawings hung here and
there, all drawn by Lynn himself. There was a dark window. He knew it was for
observation. Which was why he had to keep his guard up and his act perfect. He
didn't know that the doctors were quite skeptic about his behavior, they say
something is quite not right, even for an autistic child.
Today he was given something new. He was given modeling clay to play
with; he didn't like it very much but explored this new thing.
He had an image in his mind; he wanted to see it in clay.
He held the clay in his hands, felt it and then started shaping it in a
ball. He rolled this ball on the table to form a round oval, he picked up the
oval and twisted the last third of it making it look like an oval with two ovals
swirling smoothly around the back.
He twisted the front part of the oval, twisted and shaped it to form a
diamond head with a thrust 'beak'; he bunched some of the clay that was
behind the beak to form a bird like head, with crest feathers that rose like
sharp blades.
He smoothed out the middle of the oval and brought out two long graceful
wings, these wings illustrated a bird flaring.
Going back to the end part of the oval, he shaped the two small twisted
ovals so that they remained ovals but had a display of sharp feathers sticking
out, his hands traced the shape of the oval and reached again for the head, he
started adding details with a sharp wooden stick.
He was too absorbed with his work to notice that someone had entered the
room, and when that person called his name he didn't look up.
At first, he assumed that it was his mother, but remembered that she had
gone to the hospital wing for observation; they said there were complications;
he wasn't sure what that meant.
Then it must be his adopted sister, Jordan, or the doctor.
He was wrong.
"Lynn." His auntie said, "I need to talk to you."
It was his mother's sister, Asi.
He didn't look up at her, didn't show any signs that he had heard
her.
"Lynn?"
No answer. She came over to him and sat beside him. She glanced at what
he was making, "It's beautiful Lynn."
He looked up at her eyes, "It's our mother ship, Planet Earth.
But it isn't what you military people call her, you call her the She-Eagle."
He looked down at his work, trembled.
Something was wrong, and he saw it in Asi's eyes. They looked misty and
her nose was slightly red, so were her eyes. She had been crying.
"Lynn?" Her voice was trembling slightly. "Did they tell you
anything?"
He stood up and placed his work in a heating oven, he waited for it to
bake. It only takes a few seconds.
"Lynn, your mother…"
He took his little model out and placed it on one of the shelves, he
grabbed a sheet of paper and a pencil, started drawing.
"Lynn. You want to see Annabelle?"
He stopped drawing, "But she's in mother. Isn't she?"
"No." She whispered, "She isn't."
He went back to drawing. "Then she was due?"
"No."
He shrugged. As if saying; 'I don't understand'.
"Lynn, your mother had been having complications with…" She trailed
off. Lynn had got off the table and pressed his face close to the fish tank, it
stored ten fish all were named by Asi's sister Mia.
He knew what was coming next, he had feeling that the worst had just
happened.
"Where's mom?"
"You want to see your little sister?"
"Where's mom?" He clenched his fists.
"She's gone."
Gone? Lynn's mother? Lynn took a step away from the fish tank, then
another step away from Asi. "NO!" He shouted.
"Lynn." Asi stood up. She froze her hand brushed her Si. She shook
her head. "I'll come back later." She glanced at the dark observation
window and cocked her head at Lynn.
Lynn glared at the back of Asi's head with hatred. She was always busy,
and she always had an excuse for leaving in the most awkward of times.
