{curtis} SUICIDE [bmth] SEASON {ward} part 1

My first chapter of my new Curtis story ^^ here you go. By the way the story is about a kid [curtis] who has to go to this mental hospital. AND this chapter may be boring since it's not really where the actual story begins but still i hope you enjoy it ^^

Created by XmirandaX on Sunday, June 29, 2008

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"Ronald, I'm getting really worried now." his wife said putting her cup of tea down on the coffee table.

"So am I dear, but you know what the doctor said aye? He can't do anything about it unless we send him to... you know." he said looking down.

"Oh Ronald but I don't want to send our OWN son to the St.Luke's Hospital. He won't survive there all alone."

"But he is getting more looney, than ever before."

"How dare you call our son LOONEY!"

"Oh come on Anita, if it wasn't true, I wouldn't have said it in the first place."

"God... is this the only way?"

"The only way to heal Curtis, dear."

"Well... should I call him to come downstairs so we could tell him the not so good news?"

"No! It most definately won't be safe. He might snap and start smashing and breaking all of this stuff we have in this living room. I'll just go up and tell him the news myself." he said getting up and brushed off some buiscuit crumbles off his lap.

"Just be careful with him." she said as she put her head in her hands and sighed loudly.

He walked up the stairs one by one, afraid to go to Curtis' room. He finally found himself in front of his son's bedroom door, his left hand was about to knock but he hesitated and took a deep breath. His heart started to pound, he loved his son but he got scared shitless when his son would go wild and crazy.

He took a deep breath again, "I must do it now." he said to
himself and he finally knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Curtis' voice was barely audiable for his father to hear.

"It's me, dad."

"Oh do come in."

He did as his son said and saw him on his bed surrounded with paper balls and had a fork in his hand.

"Um.. Curtis.. what in the world are you doing?"

"Poking these paper balls with this fork made out of metal." he said smiling like a little school boy while lifting up his fork to show to his father.

At that age he should be downloading porn not poking stuff with forks, Ronald thought to himself.

"So what do you want daddy?" he said still with that wide smile on his face.

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