Pony wasn't the same when we got him home. He was just like a walking empty shell. He barely ate, never talked…most of the time he would just sit on the couch or on the floor staring straight ahead.
"His brain expensed a type of overload. So, in order to protect itself and Pony it shut down some." Doctor Turner explained to us the morning after we brought him home.
Pony is walking around the house now, dragging his hand against the wall as he walk. Since our house wasn't really big, he just…walked. Not going anywhere.
"Pony?" I say gently so I wont startle him. I come up behind him and place my hands on his shoulders, but as always he pulls away. Tears well up in my eyes, I can't help it…he won't let us touch him, he's still wearing the same clothes he was wearing that night, the clothes that were still stained with blood.
"Pony, just let me clean you up, ok?" He starts walking again…he walks inside Darrys room. I hear his nails scratch against the wall and then a few seconds later he emerges. "C'mon Pony, the state is gonna come by this evening or tomorrow and if they see you all dirty they'll take you away."
Again I get no response, he walks past me and into the living room.
Darry comes in at that moment, "Same?" he asks.
I nod slowly, and lean against the wall and I shut me eyes. Moments later I hear a scream, one of fear and determination. I open my eyes and I look at Darry and Pony.
Darry has Pony in his arms in a bear hug. "I know you don't wanna be touched! But its for your own good, we need to get you cleaned up!" Darry was say, I was stunned until Darry looked at me. "Start the bath." I commanded, I just nodded and ran into the bathroom and started the bath.
The screams continued, and I cursed at the water to run faster. I then raced out the bathroom and meet Darry who was dragging Pony into the bathroom. I grabbed my baby brothers legs and helped bring him to the tub.
Pony was fighting as if we were going to kill him, he scratched me and actually bit Darry. I managed to pull his pants off while Darry worked pulling of Ponys shirt…well, ripping it off. After pulling off his clothes we lifted him up and placed him into the water, where he continued to thrash about.
"Pony stop! What's wrong honey? Stop before you hurt yourself!" I screamed at him, trying to calm him down.
Slowly he stopped screaming and thrashing and just starred ahead.
As we bathe him, as if he was a child, I let the tears fall from my eyes…I wanted my baby brother back. My happy quiet, smart ass (who never used his head) baby brother back…
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O.O Short…and this is turning into a whole new story…