I
walked in his room inpatient to see him for the first time.
He looked in to my eyes with great understanding, in which
I had confessed to myself I could learn a lot from him. He
instructed me to have a seat upon my entry in his office.
With such confidence and assertiveness in his voice it was
as if he knew I was weak in my knees. This man Dr. Frank I
will vow is normal or maybe a genius. His intellectual capability
is far beyond of those who condemn me mad. If I can just be
like this man Dr. Frank, I thought to myself.
He seated himself in his seat with his hand holding his chin,
in a very intriguing manner. I told myself to dismiss the
thought of me using his same jesters in my seat. He opened
the conversation by asking question I enjoyed answering, very
easy question. But it was funny, I opened a great deal to
this man, Dr. Frank, and he didn’t even begun to open
on the same page. Dr. Frank is just like the other normals,
the rest of the world that’s not crazy an introversion
thought came to me.
I closed him out my mind for he knows too much, there must
be a reason why he, Dr. Frank, wants me to talk, and he keeps
quite while I pour out my soul in his office? My mother was
right when she use to say you have to play fool to catch wise,
That is what I am going to do to be wise as Dr. Frank.
Dr. Frank’s looks are always confident, he told me to
take two magic pills and a glass of water, and he will see
about me going home. He is such a wise man. He knew I already
learned something from him to take with me in the world. I
can tell mother can’t call me crazy any more.
My next visit to Dr. Frank office I was glad to see him. I
new if I was normal this visit I could return to mother. I
sat down with just a welcome in his room. I wonder how did
he felt, when I have just seated myself like that in his office
with just a how are you. Did I try to compromise his Intelligence?
Yes I tried. Surprisingly, he was trilled by my manner towards
him.
Right then, I knew I was going home. At the end of the session
he told me that I have came a long way since I been in his
nutshell, the pills must have been working. Then he turned
his head, like a sale men who just found and potential customer,
and asked, “How do you feel about going home”.
I was like a young child inside that had gotten his very first
birthday present for the time. I told myself to contain my
feelings, or I will end up ruining everything. So I just said
ok not to let anything look suspicious. He looked and said
great your mother is here to get you.
When I was at home I walked with my head high, high for the
fact that I am not crazy. But who can tell me I am crazy?
I have been studying to become normal and Dr. Frank said I
am better. Wait until I concur all of what I need to know
about the normal man. For I would need neither another pill
nor teaching of Dr. Frank.
My big brother entered my bedroom ruddily with a lot of commotion.
Rubbing my head like how you would rub your pet dog head to
give it a little affection. I stepped back and gave him some
space between both of us, to see what was really on his mind.
A fool of great incompetence my eyes preconceived him. Who
am I to judge? That is all he wanted to learn from the world,
however, when I disrespected Dr. Frank he perceived me normal.
At dinnertime I told my mother she should learn to cook with
a lot less salt, because she is killing me with it. My big
brother had gotten defensive on her behalf, yelling as if
he is the one who placed the bread on the table. “Mother
send Kemar to the hospital, for he is waltzing with the loony
birds”. My brother had gotten so angry he slapped every
breath in my lungs to the left side of the table.
My mothers immediately attacked kemar because of his behavior
at dinnertime, by physically beating some sense in his head.
But Kemar was the head of the household; you just don’t
just disrespect the head of the house like that and think
every thing is fine and dandy. Kemar started making it pellucid,
how he have been the one always watching over me and himself
and she had the audacity to hit him like that in his face.
You should have heard how he used his vocal to get his point
across.
Mother with a very sad and disappointing voice started
screaming, “This is how you repay after all I have
been through with you”. With anger and shame she repeatedly
beat Kemar over his head with the base of her folded palm.
She had beaten him in his head until he had gotten some
sense in his head to shrug her off him and leave, with her
lying on the floor crying.
What can I say, but humanity lives in denial and want total
control over everything they lay their hands one. That is
why mommy wanted Dr. Frank to help me to become normal,
it a cold world out there and in here. For a broken jaw
for the fool who doesn’t respect the one with the
biggest arms, for I can’t out speak you I will over
power you.
My mother denial is that she thinks she can just leave the
house under Kemar’s rules and regulations and think
it won’t be that way when she returns. But who am
to judge what was on her mind? I smaller but I own this
house and it shall remain that way. Who cares what you think?
With all this catastrophe leads me thinking back when I
was always pushed around by Kemar, and mother always gave
him the right for what am I smaller than he. So what makes
her think I should shed any pity for her? You have no right
to think you should have control over someone if you don’t
want any one to control you. You think I am crazy yet? I
yelled I hate you and ran to my room.
I had think quickly before I was the next one she attacked
in the house. Go to your room before she hurts you were
the thought. If I am in my room she cannot get to me. Then
I will have every reason to protect myself form any invader.
She came into my room with tears in her eyes, just like
the ones that were in her eyes when she was fighting Kemar,
and asked what was the matter with you, Paul. I had to think
quickly and cleverly to come out a winner. I went straight
for her neck, but ashamed to say she was much too strong
for me. She pushed me away like pushing pencil shaving off
your school deck.
I ran down strains to get the biggest knife that was in
the kitchen draw, she followed behind me. With great speed
and conning thinking I won the race to the kitchen. Pulled
out the knife and point it directly at her. She paused.
Thinking of something to say to get the knife out of my
hand. But what was really funny is she think I am not way
ahead of her. 
She is considered to be normal, but look at how they are
so easy to be fooled. She thought she could’ve just
come up stairs and get to hurt me just like Kemar, but my
wits was far beyond hers. Foolish me had forgotten to close
my room door; anyway, everything happens for a reason. She
would have tried to kill me when off guard. Yes, quick thinking
gave me the upper hand.
In the middle of the execution were kemar’s keys in
the door. I guess he is back to finish what he had started.
That means now I have to worry about both of them trying
to kill me in here. Quick thinking knowing mother was much
stronger than I. I told her to sit in a corner, in which
she did.
She screamed out to kemar, and said call the police it’s
Paul he has gone mad again. Kemar was much to big and brave
for that, for I am a little stain he can get rid of. He
told me to give him the knife, because I don’t have
an idea of what I’m doing. If you think there is anything
this imbecile can tell me to put the knife away? You need
to get your head examine.
He started approaching me step by step to keep me somewhat
calm to obtain the knife. Now this is a mad man walking
to his own grave. Just to put his hands out and take the
knife and to give a sentimental hug. A stab to the kidney,
abdominal, and his neck took care of the overgrown crops.
A mad woman, with madness on her mind, started yelling and
ran into the knife I was holding. With mind full of confusion
I called the police and reported the deadly accident. For
I think something is wrong with me, and I don’t know
what it is your honor. I am not guilty your honor.
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