CHAPTER 2:
I looked at the man strangely. After what he had said, he only stared. Jack. Tears streamed down his face. His blye eyes were covered in tears. JACK. I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, as if somebody had just punched me there, but lighter..."Jack!" I turned around. The receptionist stood there, staring at me.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine."
"Is there something you see in the closet?"
I moved to the side, letting her see the weird man sitting there and crying.
"Oh no, not again!" She yelled. She ran into the closet and grabbed the man's arms. She helped him up and took him outside.
"This is the janitor, Earl. Every once in a while he says he has visions of "the end of the world" or something like that. But a few minutes later he's usually fine. Wait here while I take him to a nurse." She helped Earl, only taking very small steps out of the room. He turned and looked back at me.
"Remember what I said..." He said softly. The receptionist turned back at me.
"Just ignore him, he always says that." They left the room as I was left to sit and wait for my parents. I had nearly forgotten the hot water I was in, and even that I was in a freakin' mental institution! I sat back down and began twiddling my thumbs.
A few minutes later my parents and Dr. Arrowitz emerged from his office. "Lets go Jack, we have something very important to talk about when we get home." Oh no...
***
The drive home was one of the longest drives ever. I thought about what I had done to get into this crazy situation. I couldn't focus in summer school, I picked fights with other people, and I didn't care about anything. Unfortunatly right before my parents had taken me to the mental institution I had seen the light, so I was much better now, but I just couldn't convince my parents. It was almost like they were mad at me.
When we got home we talked about my behavior. The whole conversation was about my behavior over the past few months. I even broke a window with a baseball bat, but for some reason I don't recall doing that. The conversation ended very badly.
"Jack, because of your behavior, we've decided that you need some time out time, so we're going to take you back to The Hospital." I sighed. Frankly, I just didn't care. I was so mad at my parents for not realizing that I had changed by then that I actually wanted to go to that hospital. Strangely enough, I did.
I had a lot to think about when I went to bed that night. I thought about how my own parents had betrayed me, and how I did all those nasty things they had mentioned. A sense of anger, fear, and aphrehension inside me that night made me lose sleep. A lot of it, to. I probably only went to sleep for about fifteen minutes before I woke up again, feeling the exact same things.
***
During those fifteen minutes of sleep I had a dream. It was a weird dream, and all I remember was bright lights and the sounds of explosions. Although nobody actually came out and said it, it was like the lights and sounds were trying to tell me something...something about the destruction of Babylon...What's Babylon? Rebuilding. Us.
I looked at the man strangely. After what he had said, he only stared. Jack. Tears streamed down his face. His blye eyes were covered in tears. JACK. I felt a strange sensation in my stomach, as if somebody had just punched me there, but lighter..."Jack!" I turned around. The receptionist stood there, staring at me.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine."
"Is there something you see in the closet?"
I moved to the side, letting her see the weird man sitting there and crying.
"Oh no, not again!" She yelled. She ran into the closet and grabbed the man's arms. She helped him up and took him outside.
"This is the janitor, Earl. Every once in a while he says he has visions of "the end of the world" or something like that. But a few minutes later he's usually fine. Wait here while I take him to a nurse." She helped Earl, only taking very small steps out of the room. He turned and looked back at me.
"Remember what I said..." He said softly. The receptionist turned back at me.
"Just ignore him, he always says that." They left the room as I was left to sit and wait for my parents. I had nearly forgotten the hot water I was in, and even that I was in a freakin' mental institution! I sat back down and began twiddling my thumbs.
A few minutes later my parents and Dr. Arrowitz emerged from his office. "Lets go Jack, we have something very important to talk about when we get home." Oh no...
***
The drive home was one of the longest drives ever. I thought about what I had done to get into this crazy situation. I couldn't focus in summer school, I picked fights with other people, and I didn't care about anything. Unfortunatly right before my parents had taken me to the mental institution I had seen the light, so I was much better now, but I just couldn't convince my parents. It was almost like they were mad at me.
When we got home we talked about my behavior. The whole conversation was about my behavior over the past few months. I even broke a window with a baseball bat, but for some reason I don't recall doing that. The conversation ended very badly.
"Jack, because of your behavior, we've decided that you need some time out time, so we're going to take you back to The Hospital." I sighed. Frankly, I just didn't care. I was so mad at my parents for not realizing that I had changed by then that I actually wanted to go to that hospital. Strangely enough, I did.
I had a lot to think about when I went to bed that night. I thought about how my own parents had betrayed me, and how I did all those nasty things they had mentioned. A sense of anger, fear, and aphrehension inside me that night made me lose sleep. A lot of it, to. I probably only went to sleep for about fifteen minutes before I woke up again, feeling the exact same things.
***
During those fifteen minutes of sleep I had a dream. It was a weird dream, and all I remember was bright lights and the sounds of explosions. Although nobody actually came out and said it, it was like the lights and sounds were trying to tell me something...something about the destruction of Babylon...What's Babylon? Rebuilding. Us.