Too Much Time on Your Hands
Boing…sproing…thunk. Boing…sproing…thunk. The smoldering, fire orb bounced from wall to floor to me. I had been concentrating on maintaining my little fire puff for nearly five hours now as I had finished my homework and had only to wait till lights out for my next activity. Boing…sproing…thunk. After seven years of moving from one asylum to another with nothing but empty time to fill, Boing… I had developed a way to keep me beloved fire sproing… with me – thunk.
"What about this one?" a guard asked from the other side of the window. I didn't recognize the voice or features so I figured he was new.
"Oh, her," a second guard said dully completely oblivious to the fire. I didn't understand how he could not be entranced, but my attention divided between my precious fire and the loathsome guards. "She's not a fun one. Some babble on and on like Sakou and others will run into wall like that other one I showed you. Those are at least funny to watch; it's the only perk of working here…, but this one just sits and reads. She doesn't even respond to you. No fun… Well, come on," he concluded as he lightly shoved the new guard to the next block over.
I shook my head in pity. Who would want to respond to someone like that? Such an idiot… People like him are why I don't bother talking. At first my silence was induced by trauma and a few social phobias, but in the past few years I've learned that the people who are arrogant and refuse to learn just weren't worth my time. I could easily talk, if I wanted, and get out of here, but then where would I go. To a foster home – where they would treat me like a child, not the 16 year old teen I was. Also…I didn't want new parents. I just wouldn't stand for it
Chink…thud…click. My door opened with a securing sweoosh and the intern, Shuiichi I believe his name was, and another boy entered. He was about half a foot shorter than my self and his ebony hair stood on end like a series of horns that magnified the hate, anger, loneliness…the fire…in his crimson eyes. Shuiichi came and squatted down next to me just after my fire vanished and fixed his glittery, friendly, false smile on his face.
"Hello, Leiko. My friend and I are going to be working with you for a few days," he slurred in the high pitched voice you used to catch a straying puppy's attention. "Then, hopefully, you'll be cured. Won't that be grrrrrrrreat!" he finished with a squeaking 'great' that resembled Tony the Tigers 'great'. Defiantly did not like this boy. I sighed and got up to follow him and his friend.