White Rose

It had been two months since his injury, and the visions weren’t fading away, as his shrink had promised him. They were getting worse.

The world had turned a fiery shade of red earlier that day, in English class. To the amusement of his classmates, he had stood up and shouted, “Fire!” A panic, of course, was the result. And that was how he found himself in the interrogation room of the local police station, feigning listening to one very amused officer of the law. His parents sat on either side of him, occasionally nudging him to pay attention to the nice officer whose job it was to discuss options with the first timers and their parents.

The officer slammed his fist on the table, instantly bringing him back to the present. Around him, expectant stares awaited him in the midst of the flames. His answer was a simple one, and one he had said many times through the lecture.

“No, I won’t do it again.”

But the looks did not let up just yet.

“It was wrong of me to do it, and I’m sorry. I know better now, and won’t do it again.”

They bought it, and resumed their conversation about how best to fix his behavior. He blocked them out.

But it didn’t matter, really. He’d be expecting more hallucinations, and would not let them scare him to wits’ end again. This whole business would mean seeing the shrink again.

He laughed to himself. A child with a monocle and a toy would be a better shrink than Doctor Damon, as his patients called him for his resemblance to a demon. All he did was sit in his chair, asking pointless questions and then denying the legitimacy of the answers given to him.

“It’s all in your head,” he would say, as if that explained it perfectly. Well, maybe it was all in his head, but that didn’t mean they weren't real.

And the promise he would get better with a few drugs in his system? All they did was make him too tired to work during class. He still had his visions, and they were getting worse!

The sound of chairs being pushed back meant he was free to leave. He stood up, too, and muttered a general thanks to the officer. He would have used the man’s name, but he had forgotten it before it had even reached his ears, and it had not been mentioned again.

He followed his parents out of the station, and to the car. He stole a glance at the sun; likely, it was to be his last.

A bright meadow, skipping through dewy grass. A new day. Happy, content, more than ever before. A break from endless misery and reality. Hopeful green.

But the daydreams would never be true.

I think this is one of the weirdest of stories I've started writing… I hope that you thought the writing was good. But if you don't understand it, don't worry… You really shouldn't just yet, since this is only a prologue/chapter 1. Anyway, some insightful responses would be nice! Please let me know what about it you think is good or bad… please don't just say "it's awful!"

kthxbai! <3