I am Kiana Marcus. Well at least that’s what they tell me. Sometimes I think aliens are controlling the president with mind control technology so people like me won’t be believed. I’ve seen them! I swear I have! I’m lucky to have a pencil and paper they say. The doctors say I’m not violently insane, just fear inspiring mad. I’m in a room with no corners but I’m surrounded by white walls. I like to imagine sometimes that the world just stops outside of this room but back to the story at hand.
Who was saying those things was my mom. She’s yelling at my dad right now on the other side of the big white door that’s awkwardly placed on the round wall. The doctor says I’m okay to go home but my dad isn’t sure he wants me around other people just yet. I think he’s been listening to the president talk again. The president was chosen by the people who live here to lead but I don’t get it. Why would you choose to have someone else choose for you? That’s why I think aliens are controlling everyone.
I think I’ve spent two birthdays in this room, I only know because my parents come and sing to me. They visit once or twice a month but don’t treat me the same as they did back home. I don’t get it. Why aren’t I like everyone else? It’s the aliens I bet! That’s why I’m not the same as the others! I can’t be brainwashed like the rest!
“I don’t think she’s ready to come out yet! What if she goes off on another one of her alien rants? She’s diseased for god’s sake!”
Dad has definitely been listening to the president again. I’m happy I don’t have T.V. here; the radio waves are how the aliens brainwash you. I don’t want to be brainwashed. I wish mom and dad would get along again; I don’t understand why they’re so upset. I think this room is supposed to be sound proof but the door has a little slimmer of space between it and the floor so I can hear what people say on the other side.
“She’s our daughter Steven! She deserves a life, diseased or not!”
Mom always loved me best because she doesn’t listen to the president. She used to say that the government tries to scare us so we obey like puppies. I didn’t understand it at the time but I sure did like puppies. I think I get it now, maybe the big mean old government is telling Dad that I’m diseased and to lock me away.
Back home we had two kitty-cats; one of them was called Jimmers and the other Shivers. They were the most lovable kitties in the neighborhood, everyone loved them. Well everyone but that mean old Mr. Travis. Mr. Travis was the oldest man on my street and had a house as old as the dinosaurs. He seemed to be mad at everyone all at once everyday. One day he listened to the president and hit my kitties with his big red pick up truck. Mom and Dad were very mad at him at that.
“Oh alright Mary. She’ll come home with us today, but if she scares away more nice people she ain’t leaving that room again!”
It sounds like Dad finally made up his mind and it’s time for me to go home! I stood up by the door and started hitting it with my other hand, this one’s busy writing this story. I heard the creaking sound that’s made when the door is being opened. The world almost seemed to spin but I didn’t really care, the door stayed right there. The door opened and I opened my eyes.
Mom and Dad walked in and started singing happy birthday to me again. It was all a dream and I’m still stuck in this room.
-Zero
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