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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Contently Deranged Travelers
An extraordinary boy seeks a cure for his brother's disorder

Submitted: February 02, 2016

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WHITE

 

  "Has the subject spoken?"

  "Not a word.  Will not even respond to stimulus."

  "Stimulus?"

  "I poked his toe with a pin."

  "Nothing?"

  "Not even a twitch."

  "Under the influence of?"

  "Negative."

  "Vital signs?"

  "All normal.  Perfect, actually.  He just stares at everyone.  That dark, blank stare, deep into our eyes.  It's creepy."

  While Helen spoke, Bill speedily scribbled into a white file with a white plastic pen while the two doctors in white robes observed the unresponsive boy through thick, soundproof glass.  The child had arrived nearly twenty four hours ago and still remained a puzzle without any solving in sight.  These things always take time to properly analyze, but the subject's young age and the nature of his actions made this particular case more disturbing than most.

  The boy, thin and pale, currently sat in a white walled room with florescent white tubes reflecting light off of a heavily waxed white floor.  He was nude, save for a white smock, and strapped securely to a white chair, staring intensely back at the doctors through the glass.  He does not reveal his discomfort.

White, why does everything have to be white?  I hate white.  It always seems so clean.  Nothing can be that clean.  It's a lie!  There is no pure.  Look at them watching me.  Look at their arrogance.  They're not pure.  Do they not realize that their eyes tell only truth?  The eyes can talk more than the mouth.

The man, he can't stop thinking about the pictures he looks at on the white computer in his office.  The pictures of naked people, people who are my age.  The woman, she steals medicine from the pharmacy, white pills for hyper children, and then she smashes them into powder so that she can sniff them up her nose.  Her nose is itching right now.  They're also having sex with each other, even though they're both married.  Yet, they wear white.

How come I'm the only one who can see these things?  How come nobody else knows that Father Montello is an alcoholic or that Mayor Johnson drives his white Grand Am to the city every Saturday to pick up homeless boys who sell their bodies on the street for money?  How come people can't see these things in my eyes?

That's like Teddy.  Why didn't anyone else know what he was going through?  They would have all let him die without ever seeing that he needed help.  Those football jerks walking the halls, stuck up in their white jerseys, just wouldn't leave him alone.  I know that he couldn't handle them picking on him anymore.  I know that he was about to do whatever he had to do to not have to live through their abuse any longer.  I know why he had that razor blade hidden underneath the bathroom sink.  I seen how bad they gave it to Teddy every day.  There's only so much a kid can take.

It's not his fault he's so big.  He can't help it.  He can't stop gorging himself.  If he sees food, he eats it all, even if he's not hungry.  I don't understand why he can't resist devouring everything he sees.  All day he is constantly stuffing his face with white cupcakes or white cookies.  I don't know why he eats such a heaping plate of white mashed potatoes at dinner.  It's not good for him.

What gives these people the right to lock me in their room, with their white padded walls, while they watch me like I'm some animal at the zoo?  For what?  Because I saved Teddy's life when nobody else cared?  I wonder if blind people see only white.

"Case details?"

  "Mutilation."

  "The victim?"

  "His own brother."

  "And the events?"

  "He tied his brother Theodore up with a white sheet while he slept.  He then proceeded to remove the boy's eyeballs using a white soup spoon."

  "Fit for reattachment?"

  "Impossible.  The orbs have been consumed."

  "Excuse me?"

  "The subject ate them."

 

 

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