Chewelah Creek

I ate mostly in silence. I wanted to tell Jon about Mirannda, adn Laurynn. I was going to tell him. He was curious about them, I could tell. I also had more to say about Lynne. But that would be for another day.

I look up from my food. Jon looks lost in thought, and Bert is impatiently pacing the floor. I want to tell him that he\'s going to pace a hole in the floor. But at the thought he stops, glares at me, and then resumes his pacing. I smile and look back at Jon. This time his eyes meet mine. He\'d been watching me.

\"What?\" I ask.

He shrugs and shakes his head. He\'s got nothing to say, but lot\'s on his mind.

\"What\'s on YOUR mind, Jon?\" I ask him.

He remains silent for a moment or two. Lot\'s weighs on this young man\'s mind, and something troubles him deeply. It\'s written all over his face, and I can see it in his eyes. He inhales deeply, and exhales slowly as he begins to speak

\"Do you remember the other day, when you told me that you were wanted for murder in Chewelah?\" he asks me.

Bert freezes in his spot, and turns to look at me. But I refuse to look at him.

\'Look at me, Tomas!\' he yells.

\"No!\" I answer him.

Jon thinks I\'m speaking to him, and replies.

\"It was just last night, Tom. I think we were in the cafeteria, or on our way there. You asked me if I could keep a secret.\" he says.

Bert, was enraged. He stood where he was yelling and screaming at me. When he\'s this pissed he speaks a different language, and I can\'t understand him.

\'Come la lattina stupida lei é Tomas! Lei l\'ha detto LEI sono stato voluti per l\'assassinio in Chewelah! Lei l\'asino va definately al blab la sua bocca adesso! Giá é probablimente detto Dott.Weis queste cose! Lei sono tale COME, Tomas! Lei ha sigillato il nostro destino! Lei sono l\'essere umano il piú stupido su questa terra!\'
I wished I knew what Bert was yelling at me, but I don\'t speak Italian, so I didn\'t have a clue. Although, I\'m sure he called me stupid a few times. But Bert was gone now. He liked to disappear when he was done yelling at me.

I was still looking at Jon, but not seeing him. I blinked a few times, seeing him again. A look of utter confusion, and curiosity was on his face. I closed my eyes, I didn\'t want to look at him anymore.

\"Tom?\" Jon said.

\"If I close my eyes, I can see her.\" I say.

\"See who?\" he asks, but I ignore him.

\"I can see her beautiful smile, her beautiful eyes, her hair blowing in a summer breeze. She\'s so beautiful. And her laughter is like music to my ears. What I wouldn\'t give to hear her laughter again.\" I say, my eyes still closed.

\"Who, Tom? Who is she?\" Jon asks me.

I slowly open my eyes, smiling at him.

\"That\'s mine and Bert\'s secret. You\'ll NEVER know who she is. No one will!\" I said.

\"Bert? Whose Bert?\" Jon asks, really confused now.

\"Bert doesn\'t like you.\" I reply to him, not even addressing his question about Bert.

\"I don\'t even know Bert!\" he exclaims.

\"And you never will. Bert, isn\'t real. Only to Tom he is.\"

Both Jon and I look to the new voice to see Dr. Weis standing there. I groan and roll my eyes at him.

\"I suspected that \'Bert\', was back. And, that you weren\'t saying anything. We can\'t help you if you don\'t let us.\" Dr. Weis says to me.

\"I don\'t want your help, nor I do I need it!\" I snap. I start pacing the room, much the same way as Bert had.

\"Then why did you come her to Napa State Hospital?\" he asks me.

\"To hide!\" I say

I dont look at either of them. I just keep pacing the floor, slapping the palms of my hands against the sides of my legs. I know what\'s coming next, the jacket and drugs.

\"Tom, if you don\'t relax we\'re going to...\"

I cut the good doctor off. \"Jacket and drug me?\" I ask.

\"Yes.\" he simply replies.

His voice remains calms as he speaks to me, as does his composure. He never looks stressed, or scared.

\"Then do it!\" I say to him.

I stop pacing, and look at them both. I slowly start moving towards them. Jon doesn\'t quite know how to react, and takes a step back. Dr. Weis shakes his head at me.

\"Don\'t do anything irrational, Tom. Other wise I will have you put back into solitary confinement.\" He says.

I laugh bitterly at him. I\'m standing right in front of him now.

\"Do you think I care? Do you think I really give a flying flip where you stick me?\" I ask him.

Jon steps aside as more orderlies rush into my room. Dr. Weis must have called them up before he came in. It couldn\'t have been Jon, he never left the room. And he\'s my friend.

They rush over to me. Two grab my arms, and the other jabs a needle into my arm. I scream, and begin to struggle against them.

\"You better run far, and fast when I get free!\" I threaten the one who jabbed the needle into my arm.

He looks terrified. But soon my body falls lax. The orderlies holding me back keep me from hitting the floor. I was placed into a wheel chair, and strapped into a jacket, before they wheel me away. Bert\'s back now, but he\'d fadding fast as I slip into a darkness.

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