Disclaimer: I own Carl, his family, and everything at the mental asylum.
"Now Carl, it's time for you to go to bed. Do you remember the routine?" A nurse with very wide glasses was staring Carl in the eye. He sighed.
"Yes, Mrs. Winter" Carl knew the routine, all right. It was almost the same in every hygienically safe home.
"Recite it for me" Mrs. Winter did this every night. Carl really did not understand her. It felt to him like she thought he was some sort of stupid four year old. Yes, he was mentally unstable, with a mother who became a drunk as soon as he left home, a father who ran away at the first sign of danger, friendless, and in a mental institute, but he was not four years old and most definitely not stupid
"We kick the nurse out the window and make a run for it" He said sardonically. Mrs. Winter pursed her lips. When she did this, Carl could never help feeling that she highly resembled a fish with goggles on.
"Now Carl, that's not very nice. You know, you could have ended up with a much worse caregiver than me. Not everyone is as forgiving as I am." Carl decided he wanted to go to sleep. He could feel his temper rising, so he figured giving in would be best.
His temper had been rising steadily since he arrived here two months before. It was partly because Mrs. Winter drove him nuts, but it was mainly because he had anger against his mother. Why couldn't she get along with her siblings? Why did she have to yell at him all the time? Why did she have to pick up the bottle? WHY WAS HE HERE???
"First we brush our teeth, and then wash our face, not forgetting to use the Stridex. Then we kiss Mrs. Winter good night, say our prayers, and fall asleep."
"Very good Carl. I'm going to watch you do it." She sat on her stool in the bathroom behind him. There was a curtain around the toilet, and that and the shower were the only places Mrs. Winter wasn't allowed to follow him. Thank god. A boy needs at least some privacy.
Carl had improved since he had been here. He was almost as stable as he had been before his dad left home. But he still had this temper problem. He knew he would have to find someway to control it, or he'd be in even more trouble.
Mrs. Winter was the same as always when he climbed into bed that night. He really hated the part where he had to kiss her, but he always did it.
"Now, dream happy dreams, and make believe that you're with your dad, and you are both very happy, and you are home and this never happened" Carl shot up in bed. At that moment he knew that Mrs. Winter had not bothered to do any research on her client. If she had, she would have known that his dad left him three years before. She had always said "mom" where she had said "dad". The change was not a good thing for Carl.
"You bitch!" He cried. Mrs. Winter was shocked.
"Carl! That is not something you want to go around calling people! Why, I -" But what she was about to say about herself, Carl didn't want to know or wait. He threw off his sheets and grabbed the nurse's neck.
"You pathetic moron. My dad left me. He was a drunk. You think I'm in here for schizophrenia, or something like it, don't you? Well, it's not that. I'm slightly mentally unstable (yes, I even admit it!) and I've been getting abuse from my mom and school for the past three years, which would put anyone over the edge!" He let go of her neck and gave her a shove. She fell over his night table and screamed. Carl jumped off his bed and started punching her.
Miss Pearl, the nurse caring for the girl next door, ran in. She screamed at the sight of Carl, attacking his nurse. She pressed the security button on the door. Within minutes, there were police officers and doctors in his room. One doctor grabbed Carl, and stuck a tranquilizer in his back. Within seconds, Carl passed out.
"Now Carl, it's time for you to go to bed. Do you remember the routine?" A nurse with very wide glasses was staring Carl in the eye. He sighed.
"Yes, Mrs. Winter" Carl knew the routine, all right. It was almost the same in every hygienically safe home.
"Recite it for me" Mrs. Winter did this every night. Carl really did not understand her. It felt to him like she thought he was some sort of stupid four year old. Yes, he was mentally unstable, with a mother who became a drunk as soon as he left home, a father who ran away at the first sign of danger, friendless, and in a mental institute, but he was not four years old and most definitely not stupid
"We kick the nurse out the window and make a run for it" He said sardonically. Mrs. Winter pursed her lips. When she did this, Carl could never help feeling that she highly resembled a fish with goggles on.
"Now Carl, that's not very nice. You know, you could have ended up with a much worse caregiver than me. Not everyone is as forgiving as I am." Carl decided he wanted to go to sleep. He could feel his temper rising, so he figured giving in would be best.
His temper had been rising steadily since he arrived here two months before. It was partly because Mrs. Winter drove him nuts, but it was mainly because he had anger against his mother. Why couldn't she get along with her siblings? Why did she have to yell at him all the time? Why did she have to pick up the bottle? WHY WAS HE HERE???
"First we brush our teeth, and then wash our face, not forgetting to use the Stridex. Then we kiss Mrs. Winter good night, say our prayers, and fall asleep."
"Very good Carl. I'm going to watch you do it." She sat on her stool in the bathroom behind him. There was a curtain around the toilet, and that and the shower were the only places Mrs. Winter wasn't allowed to follow him. Thank god. A boy needs at least some privacy.
Carl had improved since he had been here. He was almost as stable as he had been before his dad left home. But he still had this temper problem. He knew he would have to find someway to control it, or he'd be in even more trouble.
Mrs. Winter was the same as always when he climbed into bed that night. He really hated the part where he had to kiss her, but he always did it.
"Now, dream happy dreams, and make believe that you're with your dad, and you are both very happy, and you are home and this never happened" Carl shot up in bed. At that moment he knew that Mrs. Winter had not bothered to do any research on her client. If she had, she would have known that his dad left him three years before. She had always said "mom" where she had said "dad". The change was not a good thing for Carl.
"You bitch!" He cried. Mrs. Winter was shocked.
"Carl! That is not something you want to go around calling people! Why, I -" But what she was about to say about herself, Carl didn't want to know or wait. He threw off his sheets and grabbed the nurse's neck.
"You pathetic moron. My dad left me. He was a drunk. You think I'm in here for schizophrenia, or something like it, don't you? Well, it's not that. I'm slightly mentally unstable (yes, I even admit it!) and I've been getting abuse from my mom and school for the past three years, which would put anyone over the edge!" He let go of her neck and gave her a shove. She fell over his night table and screamed. Carl jumped off his bed and started punching her.
Miss Pearl, the nurse caring for the girl next door, ran in. She screamed at the sight of Carl, attacking his nurse. She pressed the security button on the door. Within minutes, there were police officers and doctors in his room. One doctor grabbed Carl, and stuck a tranquilizer in his back. Within seconds, Carl passed out.