Whee! My first JTHM ficcy!! Yay. m/m-ness...sorta...I'm thinking that there won't be a chapter two...but I'm not so sure. Too much noise.
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Todd Casil opened his eyes slowly. Golden light from the barred window above him streaked across his face. Today was the day. The doctors would test him to see if he was sane enough to return to society and tomarrow he could be on his way home, not that home was much better.
He had never really thought of his parents as bad people untill he had been in the asylum for a year and a half, only one week after he had been forced to throw his beloved bear away. The doctors had told him that Shmee was the epicenter for his skitzophrenic behavior and that in order to heal he had to leave the bear behind.
The boy looked around the small white room. It was bare aside from his bed and a small desk. This room has been his home for the past five years now. Would he miss it as he had missed his home when he had first been admitted?
In his time at the asylum he had almost forgotten how home had been, but now that he faced returning his memory became flawless. Rejection, most of all. His mother ignored him and barley knew that he existed. His fater had constantly wish that Todd had not even been born.
Todd shook his head and sat up, swinging his legs around to hang off the edge of the small, narrow bed. Maybe it would be better to stay here rather than to return to the Hell that had sent him here. The best thing to do would be to start his life on his own, but he was still a year away from being able to do such things.
There was a third option, he could fail the test intentionally and demand a re-trail the next year, by then he would be old enough. But, no. He could stand the thought of babbling patients, insane orderlies, the weekly tests and "treatments", or hiding pills under his tounge for another year.
"There had to have been something worth staying home for..."
Todd vividly remebered struggling fiercly when the hospital had come for him. What had he been fighting for? And in his memory he saw something, a shadow. He stood suddenly. The neighbor.
"Nny..."
He smiled. How could he forget? The man had been the only person who had ever cared about him. A sharp knock pulled him out of the clouds.
"Mr. Casil...the board is ready for you now."
"I'm ready." He smiled again and looked around the room, he wouldn't miss it.
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What'd ya think? Ch. 2?
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Todd Casil opened his eyes slowly. Golden light from the barred window above him streaked across his face. Today was the day. The doctors would test him to see if he was sane enough to return to society and tomarrow he could be on his way home, not that home was much better.
He had never really thought of his parents as bad people untill he had been in the asylum for a year and a half, only one week after he had been forced to throw his beloved bear away. The doctors had told him that Shmee was the epicenter for his skitzophrenic behavior and that in order to heal he had to leave the bear behind.
The boy looked around the small white room. It was bare aside from his bed and a small desk. This room has been his home for the past five years now. Would he miss it as he had missed his home when he had first been admitted?
In his time at the asylum he had almost forgotten how home had been, but now that he faced returning his memory became flawless. Rejection, most of all. His mother ignored him and barley knew that he existed. His fater had constantly wish that Todd had not even been born.
Todd shook his head and sat up, swinging his legs around to hang off the edge of the small, narrow bed. Maybe it would be better to stay here rather than to return to the Hell that had sent him here. The best thing to do would be to start his life on his own, but he was still a year away from being able to do such things.
There was a third option, he could fail the test intentionally and demand a re-trail the next year, by then he would be old enough. But, no. He could stand the thought of babbling patients, insane orderlies, the weekly tests and "treatments", or hiding pills under his tounge for another year.
"There had to have been something worth staying home for..."
Todd vividly remebered struggling fiercly when the hospital had come for him. What had he been fighting for? And in his memory he saw something, a shadow. He stood suddenly. The neighbor.
"Nny..."
He smiled. How could he forget? The man had been the only person who had ever cared about him. A sharp knock pulled him out of the clouds.
"Mr. Casil...the board is ready for you now."
"I'm ready." He smiled again and looked around the room, he wouldn't miss it.
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What'd ya think? Ch. 2?