To Be Insane NKSD Normal NKSD 2 1 2001-11-02T07:20:00Z 2001-11-02T07:20:00Z 3 936 5336 North Kitsap School District 44 10 6552 9.3821

To Be Insane

Chapter 2: Tears Spilt

            As Robert and Karen left their daughter they walked down the cold lonely hallways with sadness. Karen squeezed Robert's hand gently. Why did he insist on seeing Sarah so often? It obviously hurt him a lot, she herself didn't really care for Sarah, she had always been an immature brat in her sight and the fact she went insane was proof in itself she was a bad apple.

            As they signed out at the front their four year old son walked up to them being followed by a nurse. "Daddy, Daddy! I wanna see my sister, can I?"

            "I'm sorry Lance, you can't right now, she's not feeling well."

            "She never is." He pouted at his father. How was he to believe his dad that he had a big sister if he hadn't even seen her before? His father ruffled his straight golden hair.

            "Maybe later."

            "Aww. Lemme just SEE her! Just this once! And I'll be good! No desert even!" his blue eyes begged his father and Robert felt his resolve crumble.

            "Well-"

            "Absolutely not! She's insane Robert! Is that the kind of thing you want our son to see?!" Karen's voice was loud in the room and he frowned.

            "Karen, he'll only be seeing her, it SHOULD be done, he barely remembers her NAME at times. This isn't fair to him. And maybe… maybe it could help."

            "What if it doesn't? What if it sends her further into insanity?"

            "I don't think it could Karen, I really don't think it could." He picked up his son was three feet tall, and walked back to the desk. After five minutes of signing in and so on, they were let it, (you can see I don't know DIDLEY bought places like this…) and walked down the halls.

            Lance hugged his father tightly, "Why does she stay in such a lonely place?"

            "I'll tell you when you're older, do you still wanna go?"

            Lance nodded his head resigned, yes this place scared him, but not because of danger, because all around him he sensed sadness, anger, hate, and confusion. Children have a sixth sense, it's whether they listen to it or not that that matters, he usually did, cause most the time he was right, but here, he wanted to see this sister they claimed he had. Why would she be in such an awful place?

            Robert looked into the window of the room and saw his daughter sitting on her bed, which was beneath a window, drawing lines on her blue blanket, and seemingly enjoying the bright sun lighting up the room.

            "I wanna see!"

            "Here you go," Robert lifted lance up higher and Lance grabbed onto the small indentation of where the window was, he leaned in and went silent. She was pretty, prettier then his mommy, and the other girls at pre-school. Her hair reached her waist, chocolate brown, her skin was light, and her face delicate. Her eyes though, he couldn't see her eyes.

            "Can I talk with her?" his voice was a whisper.

            Robert gave a start, "Well…"

            "She looks so lonely."

            Robert pulled his son back to his side, his son was very intelligent, and there was no doubt about that. More so then most kindergarteners, he had no idea how he became so good at speech and understanding, but he was grateful for it.

            "She probably is… be silent, remember, sometimes she isn't herself, let me talk ok?" Lance nodded and Robert knocked on the door. Sarah turned her head to the door and saw her fathers face in the window and he then opened the door slightly. "Sarah?" he placed Lance on the ground, making sure to hide him from all chances of view, "May I come in? I brought a visitor for you."

            Sarah looked at him quizzically, "Who?"

            "Sarah, while you've been in here, Karen and I had another child." She looked at him blankly. "We had a son."

            "Another one? What… how old is he? What's his name?"

            "He's four Sarah, his name is Lance." She didn't seem to have a reaction yet, he wasn't sure how to interpret that, "May he see you?"

            She was silent for a long time, "Yes."

            Robert walked in the rest of the way and Lance shyly came out from behind the side of the wall. Sarah froze as she looked at her sibling, golden hair fell to his shoulders, he wore blue pants with a collared blue shirt. His eyes were wide and blue, skin light, and face gentle, but filled with apprehension.

            "To-Toby- -"

            "M-my name is Lance, Sarah." Lance stood his ground for a moment and Sarah looked to father then to Lance. He started walking to her, "I'm four and a half. My birthdays in July."

            Sarah's eyes went watery, "Oh… I'm Sarah… I'm…" her mind stopped, how old was she? Fifteen wasn't it? No of course not… Her emotions danced within her at the sight of this child, was she to scream at her father to keep him from Jareth… Sometimes she would scream and yell, Jareth was evil, others, that she and Toby were fine and with him. Her mind switched constantly from the two. Never a moments peace, sometimes there were moments, she'd burst into tears, and she'd hold her battered bear against her, those were the moments the old Sarah would come back.

            Like now.

            "Lance…" tears spilled over her eyes and she saw him step up in front of her.

            His blue eyes met her hazel eyes and he saw not the insanity the rest of the world saw, he saw hurt, loneliness, pain, betrayal, and madness, not cause from imagination, but from something that REALLY did happen.

            Lance reached up to hug her and in the next moment he was in her arms with her on the bed, she held him to her, like she would have held her lost unremembered brother, and in a moment she was crying harder, but not with madness, with grief. Lance rested against her as she rocked back and forth holding him, he stroked her hair by having his arm under hers, and around her waist. It was as if he was a part of her, he could feel her pain, feel her tears running down his face, and soon enough, he was crying with her, both, strangers till then, holding each other, offering the most precious thing they had… their love.

            Robert watched, scared at first that Lance was crying because he was scared, but as he stepped forward to stop her, he realized, he was not crying in fear, but because she was too. He sat next to his daughter and put his arm around her and they all sat there, holding each other and crying. But in that room, there was more love in their family then there had ever been before.

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Notes: Yes there is more, no it's not over. I wanna know what you people think of this and if I get any, 'write more or we'll lynch ya' I'll continue. I know where this going. For once in my life I have an idea for a story, to the END of it! Review please!