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Fool's outburst has him somewhere he doesn't want to be.

The room that I’m in is cold and there is dust piled up in the corners. The toes on my left foot are numb like they’ve been soaking in ice water. Whenever I get cold my nose tends to run and I have to keep wiping it on my sleeve. I shiver as a chill runs through me and I rub my arms to create some warmth.

I can see my Dad through the small window that looks into the social worker’s office.

He keeps looking down and nodding his head. I wonder what he’s agreeing to? Every so often he looks at me and gives me a pitiful smile. I weakly smile back as I feel my eyes welling up with tears.

The cuts on my forehead sting as I touch the bandage gently. That is never going to happen again. How stupid can I be?

“Who’s pulling your strings, Brian!?” A female voice screams from somewhere beyond the locked double doors that are across from me.

A half an hour has gone by. I really don’t think it takes this long to tell that lady that I’m okay. All he has to do is fill out some papers and they’ll send me home. Not to the land of no shoestrings and med evals.

After a few more moments the door opens and my Dad comes walking out followed by the social worker.

“Hey kiddo, Um...they want to keep you for a little while so they can make some observations.”

The social worker gives me an encouraging smile.

“It’s just for a couple days to make sure you’re going to be okay. Do you think you can handle that?” The social worker is still smiling.

Her voice is condescending and sing-songy like she’s talking to a child who can’t go to a birthday party.

“I’m sorry, buddy, but you have to do this.” Dad says as he rubs his hands together. An obvious sign that he’s uncomfortable with making me stay.

“You don’t have to.” I say barely whispering.

“Just a couple of days and I will be here to get you and we can go get that gross Domino’s pizza you like. Okay, pal?”

The thought of pizza makes my stomach churn and I grab my gut to calm it down.

“It’s okay Dad, you can go now.” The social worker says. “You can come back tomorrow and bring him a toothbrush and some other toiletries. I promise we’ll take extra good care of him.”

“I’m sorry buddy. I’ll come tomorrow and see you. Make sure they’re treating you well.”

My dad starts moving towards the exit and without warning I start sobbing.

“Don’t leave me here, please. I promise I won’t do anything like that again.” I say pleading to my Dad to let me come home.

I jump up and wrap my arms around him causing him to stumble. “Take me home please! I want to go home! Please, DADDY! PLEASE!!”

The social worker puts her hands on my shoulders and gently pulls on me trying to get me to let go of him. The doors that are across from me open and two guys walk in wearing all white scrubs.

I want to let go of my Dad to show everyone that I’m no trouble, but my hands won’t let go. My mouth doesn’t say what I want it to say. I keep swearing and calling everyone names. Why won’t I shut up? Calm down you idiot!

Spit flies from my mouth covering the two nurses and there’s no reaction from either one of them. They pry my fingers open and make me let go of my Dad.

“Come on big guy.” One nurse says softly. “You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

I scream so loud my throat definitely tears, making me cough and cry hysterically. Snot and tears run down my face as I glare at my Dad. The nurses tighten their grip while they carry my thrashing body through the large, double doors.

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