-Chapter 3
Otto, although far more sane than Henry, had issues of his own he went about dealing with in his own way, or not dealing with as one might look at things. At first he had seemed relatively normal, but years of experience had taught the Dr. that looks most certainly were deceiving. A recent stint of vandalism was what had initially landed the boy in the asylum to begin with, that and a few of his verbal insults and threats towards some of the local academy kids. He causally greeted Dr. Bambillo on their first meeting and was cooperative in answering most of his simple questions however as he dove deeper, that was when the issues started to arise.
"Alright Otto, if you don't mind me asking, why did you take it upon yourself, to spray Greaser tags all over New Coventry?"
Otto furrowed his brow at the questions and let out an incredulous snort before he gave an explanation, "Those Greasers are a bunch of stuck up idiots!"
Silence
"What did they do to give you that impression?" The Dr. questioned him calmly,
"They just are!" Otto insisted, "I hope they all die soon!"
"You seem to have some deeper issues with them, not only did you spray tags bashing them all over the particular area of town that they live in but you also took it upon yourself to throw eggs at them on more than one occasion."
Otto seemed to grow uncomfortable at the mention of what he had done concerning the Greasers.
"Why do you keep talking about those stupid Greasers can't we discuss something else!?" He questioned angrily.
"Well Otto the reason I am asking is because they seem to be the source of the majority of your frustration and misbehaving antics." Dr. Bambillo informed him
Otto again furrowed his brow at the Dr.
"What do you mean the source of my frustration!? Just because I laid down a few tags bashing them and threw eggs at them, means I'm letting them consume my life now!?" He challenged the Dr.
"Not only that but not too long ago you and one of your friends went out of your way to harm one of them who is currently admitted here. On top of that once you did so the two of you tried to escape here as well, when the orderlies brought you back you were yelling about how you refused to be housed with a Greaser." Dr. Bambillo paused a moment and stared at Otto,
"Now I would expect an escape attempt out of someone like Henry but that's not like you, you've been here a while now and are due to be released soon, did the fact that a member of the Greasers is here bother you that much?" Otto stared at him for a moment seemingly bothered by the fact that the Dr. knew there was more to it that what he had indicated.
"Deeper issues?" The boy questioned in a blatant manner of denial,
"There aren't any deeper issues I just don't like them is all!" He insisted clearly growing frustrated by the Dr.'s refusal to believe him, "And like I said," he continued, "They can all die for all I care! I hope they do die! I hope someone kills them!"
Dr. Bambillo sighed at the boys refusal to acknowledge the obvious, "Otto is it safe for me to say that you have thought about killing someone before?" Otto stared at him in silence for a moment before he gave his answer,
"Maybe…." Was the only word he spoke.
'Now we're getting somewhere!' The Dr. thought to himself
"Now you've never actually tried to kill anyone… correct?" Dr. Bambillo asked sympathetically,
Otto grew silent again, "No" Was his simple but strained response. Dr. Bambillo stared at him for a moment, "Including yourself?"
Otto looked away from him as he sat there,
"No of course not, why would I try to kill myself?" He asked in a low voice while looking at the floor
"You don't have to hide anything from me Otto, remember I'm just here to try and help, you can be honest with me." Dr. Bambillo told him.
Otto lifted his gaze to look at the man for a moment seeming to contemplate something,
"Well," He began hesitantly, "I…." He paused not really wanting to go on.
"It's okay," Dr. Bambillo informed him, "Just tell me what happened."
"Well I kinda…. Slit my wrist once…. Maybe twice before…. But it was a really long time ago!" He threw in at the end to make it seem like it wasn't that big of a deal.
"I see" Dr. Bambillo commented, "Did you have to be hospitalized or get stitches or anything?"
"Yeah… I did," Was the boy's response
"Who found you when you hurt yourself? Was it your mom or did you seek help on your own?"
"…Neither, my friend Edgar …found me…" He trailed off as he finished his sentence his voice clearly starting to break.
Dr. Bambillo sat quiet in an effort to give the boy a moment to collect himself before he went on.
"Are you sure you want to continue?" Dr. Bambillo questioned him recognizing the fact that the mention of him hurting himself was very emotional for him.
There was a brief pause before Otto answered him, "Yeah we can go on it's no problem…"
Dr. Bambillo again sat quiet for a moment, Otto had clearly lied, it was a problem for him to continue but he was too busy trying to come off as being tuff to admit it.
"Alright then, Otto it's my understanding that you dropped out of school during your very first year attending there. I'm aware that many of the Greasers who graduated recently were attending around the same time you were and I've noticed that you seem to have a problem with both the Greasers and school. Now not liking a group of people because they did something to you is one thing but to drop out of school is another. Did something happen between you and the Greasers to cause you to want to drop out of school?"
Otto sat silent seemingly lost in thought but still harboring an angry expression on his face before he slowly started to shake his head,
"No! Nothing happened!" He nearly shouted, minor traces of tears were visible in the corners of his eyes and the Dr. knew he was on to something.
"I'm not trying to embarrass you Otto; I just want to help you. I can't help but to feel like there is a connection between your hatred for the Greasers and for school."
"What makes you think that!?" He snapped not liking where the conversation was headed.
Dr. Bambillo stared at him for a moment before he gave him an answer.
"Your first semester at school you were hospitalized not from hurting yourself but after being found unconscious, you suffered a severe beating and you had been sexually assaulted but you never told anybody what happened"
Otto's eyes widened at this, apparently despite this being a place concerning one's health he had failed to realize that the Dr. he was currently speaking to would have access to his medical history. Clenching his teeth in pure rage, he stood up and banged his fist on the desk that separated himself from the Dr.
"NO!" he shouted again, this time louder than the last, "That's not true! None of it is!" I don't care anything about the greasers, or that stupid school! I don't need school and I'm glad I dropped out! The only reason I do what I do is because I'm out to right all the wrongs that have been done to me!" He glared down at the Dr. who remained clam despite his erratic behavior.
"Right all the wrongs that have been done you by who?" Dr. Bambillo asked rather calmly.
Otto stared at the man dumbfounded, apparently during his tirade he hadn't realize how much information he had let out. His mouth fell open as he looked down at his clenched fist that sat haphazardly on the desk only to have his vision blurred by the tears he was no longer able to hold back. Squeezing his eyes shut he didn't know what else to say in his own defense. With no other options he allowed himself to fall back in his chair, placed his hands up to his face and sat there crying in defeat. He heard the Dr. Rise from his seat across from him but paid the man no mind that is until he felt his hand on his shoulder.
Looking up through tearful eyes he met the concerned gaze of Dr. Bambillo,
"It's okay Otto" He told him in a gentle tone, The tears continued to pour from the boys eyes,
"I don't want to talk about this anymore….."
-"Poor boy, just another emotional blubbering mess of a teenage looser" Officer Monson threw in before taking another sip of his coffee.
"Chances are he was a trouble maker when he attended the Academy, they're usually the ones who get into violent confrontations," Dr. Crabblesnitch spoke up while dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief. Dr. Bambillo shot him a funny look but continued.
"Now if you think those Townies are something else wait till I tell you about those prep kids!"