To Be Free
Chapter 1
Cold, cold, cold. White, white, white. Crying, sobbing, distant. Quiet, what’s that? Cold, cold, cold. No, don’t set down, don’t leave. Quiet, what’s that? White, white, white. Left, left, left. Cry, sob, leave.
“Come in, he’s on his bed, stop daydreaming, boy,” Hand, cold, pull. Breath, breath, breath. Tug, rip, hurt. Don’t cry.
“Phillip, Phillip, it’s Doctor Hillsman, Doctor Hillsman, remember?,” Hand, pull, softly. Hand, chest, beat. Smile, laugh, pull in, warm stomach.
“B-beat, b-beat, s-sounds like drums,”
“That’s right, Phillip, do you like the drums?”
“Y-yes,” Ear to beat, smile to face.
“Very good, we’re going to take you now,”
“Take, take, bring?” Away, away, back away.
“Yes, to a good place, a very good place,”
“N-n-no, don’t take to a place, not place,” Fall.
“A house, with people like you, don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,”
“Good, good, goo-“ Pain, leg, push. Black.
“Come in, he’s on his bed, stop daydreaming, boy,” Hand, cold, pull. Breath, breath, breath. Tug, rip, hurt. Don’t cry.
“Phillip, Phillip, it’s Doctor Hillsman, Doctor Hillsman, remember?,” Hand, pull, softly. Hand, chest, beat. Smile, laugh, pull in, warm stomach.
“B-beat, b-beat, s-sounds like drums,”
“That’s right, Phillip, do you like the drums?”
“Y-yes,” Ear to beat, smile to face.
“Very good, we’re going to take you now,”
“Take, take, bring?” Away, away, back away.
“Yes, to a good place, a very good place,”
“N-n-no, don’t take to a place, not place,” Fall.
“A house, with people like you, don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,”
“Good, good, goo-“ Pain, leg, push. Black.
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Yes...well..I just started writing..and this is what came out first. I had to make someone else the first character, though or...have most of it not in Phillip's perspective. It would get very annoying if I didn't..I'm not quite sure where I'm going to go with this story.