Envy of Freedom. Chapter one.

Your mind is a strange thing when you think about it. One moment you think that your point of view is normal, but at another moment, you’re looking out of a chicken-wired window of the loony-bin. Maybe its not your mind that is the insane one, but, perhaps it is the one thinking you are? Could it be that it is their perspective that is distorted? And yours is the one whose is functioning correctly?

My name is Jack Spicer. I am nearing the age of 17, have red hair, white skin, ruby eyes, and am mentally insane.

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“How are you feeling today, Jack?”

“I’m fine.”

“You look depressed.”

“I’m not.”

I was lying. Who couldn’t be depressed when your own family is in the other room, debating whether or not your sane.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“What is bothering you?”

“Nothing. Nothing is bothering me. Get off my case already.”

My counselor’s face was strange looking. It was very narrow, and looked rather like a chicken if you added a long white beard, partially balding, and wrinkles. My ruby gaze studied the room, outside, and back at the man for a moment.

“We wont get anywhere if you continue to be so difficult, Jack Spicer.”

Its not like I didn’t like the man. It was, well, perhaps it was his persistency to get answers out of me that I didn’t even know. I shrugged like he didn’t say anything and slid deeper into my chair.

His name was Dr. Ralts. He was a stubby old man, a smoker, and a pest. The smoke of the cigarette between his two fingers made me gag, but I tried not to show it.

The room was a shade of off-white. But the more you stare at it, the grayer it seemed. I noticed some flecks of paint that had been picked off by the side of my chair, probably by some nervous loon. I also picked up the wooden rimming through the center of the wall, which looked strangely like the pattern like squeezing three of my fingers together. I lifted my hand and observed the way my digits moved. How was it that I couldn’t move my middle finger side to side without the other two beside it moving? I touched it and manually moved it, noticing how it worked. Fingers were strange…

“Jack? Jack!”

“What?” I immediately looked up, surprised to see my parents in the doorway, holding hands and my mother looking rather… distressed.

“Mr. And Mrs. Spicer, would you please take a seat?” Dr. Ralts said, motioning with his arm to two seats, opposite of mine. They did so, and stared at me as if I were bleeding. Wide eyed, frightened and concerned.

I looked to Dr. Ralts, who was now picking up his clipboard with sheets of paper held onto it. By the most part, I had no idea why I was even here.

“Jack Spicer:” He began to read from a sheet, now, which read some thing about myself. “16 years of age. Peculiarly white skin. Very smart. Possible genius.”

A glimmer of triumph passed my gaze, but it was shot down again by the next read.

“Builds robots for evil. Leaves home for days at a time. Aggressive. Not friendly around people. Self-conscious. Evil-boy-genius.”

I wasn’t ashamed. Not a bit.

“Jack, your father and I----“ Mrs. Spicer couldn’t finish her sentence. She was too ashamed. To scared.

“Jack, we are sending you to Clarendon Mental Hospital.”

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I could see Mom holding father closely as I was driven away in a bright yellow taxicab. I saw her wave, and then father had to lead her away. I sunk into the cushy gray, tattered seat, and sighed. I always knew id get into trouble, but this? I don’t belong in a mental hospital! Who knows how many shen-gong-wu could become active? How long am I going to be here? I have to get out! I quickly reached for the handle of the door, but a loud ‘click’ stopped me. Where had the lock gone?

“Sorry, kiddo.” The cab driver said with a shrug. “I cant letcha’ out. It’s the rules.”

I didn’t talk back. I didn’t want to. It wasn’t worth it. So I leaned my head against the window and watched the trees and everything else rush by… It was a strange neighborhood they were traveling through. Many ominous people walked the streets. I saw a couple holding hands, another pair screaming and yelling at each other. Another view caught his attention.

((I’m getting out of 1st character now XD ))

Was it possible?

The Xiaolin losers! And he could see them with Wuya; who was currently in her human/witch form. Squinting, he noticed someone else. His heart skipped a beat at the grand sight. Chase Young!

His veins were pulsing with adrenaline, and he wanted nothing more than to jump out of this smelly vehicle and join the battle himself. Jack banged his wrist against the window.

“Please! Please! You need to stop here! You have to!” Jack wailed at the cabby. “Please!”

“I said I couldn’t! And stop your yelling!” He chubby old hag barked back.

The albino pressed both of his hands against the cold glass window of the cab, envious and thoroughly beaten.

And as that bright yellow cab drove by, a pair of golden slitted eyes gazed a look. An eyebrow lifted after reading what it said against the side:

Clarendon Mental Hospital.

And inside, Chase Young could see Jack Spicer seemingly struggling against two people who tried to keep him tied together…

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