R. James Memorial Mental Institution: A Short Story
“Who is my father,” I questioned. This had gone on long enough. I know he was a bad person. I know he’s dead. I will find out who he is, no matter what.
There are voices, inside my head. They won’t stop, no matter what I do they tease me. They say a name I’ve only heard once. It doesn’t matter though, my therapist says they’ll be gone. “It’s just halloween messing with you, nothing more.” He wants to put me in a mental care facility. The only one we had was the “R. James Memorial Mental Institution.” It held the wealthier people that went crazy. Now kids go there to do illegal things. There are many people that died there. It was more of a death row than anything else. “Aunt Sadie, are you home?” I questioned “I have
some questions. I think you’ll have some answers.” The door creaked open then suddenly jerked. I jumped backwards expecting to see the FBI or something. “Oh my goodness! Is that you? Mabry Mansfield,” Aunt Sadie exploded “It’s been forever! What are your questions doll. I’ll give you an answer, Indeed I will!” I murmured, “Who is my father?” “What is it doll?” “Who is my father?” I knew she was disappointed in me for raising my voice, but I felt a pinch of sympathy. “That is something you must find out on your own.” Her wrinkly grin went from ear to ear. “Your mother was in love with a man named Brock Baker. She wanted to marry him. They were the power couple in high school. Sophomore year to be exact. Just three weeks after her 17th birthday, she was pregnant.” She had a sad expression on her face after the last comment.
Her wrinkles drooped to the floor. “The father… he had a, um, deformity. It is called Proteus Syndrome. It didn’t just mess with appearance, it affected his mental health. He was constantly bullied, but one girl would bring out a side of that monster. Her name was Rosy
There are voices, inside my head. They won’t stop, no matter what I do they tease me. They say a name I’ve only heard once. It doesn’t matter though, my therapist says they’ll be gone. “It’s just halloween messing with you, nothing more.” He wants to put me in a mental care facility. The only one we had was the “R. James Memorial Mental Institution.” It held the wealthier people that went crazy. Now kids go there to do illegal things. There are many people that died there. It was more of a death row than anything else. “Aunt Sadie, are you home?” I questioned “I have
some questions. I think you’ll have some answers.” The door creaked open then suddenly jerked. I jumped backwards expecting to see the FBI or something. “Oh my goodness! Is that you? Mabry Mansfield,” Aunt Sadie exploded “It’s been forever! What are your questions doll. I’ll give you an answer, Indeed I will!” I murmured, “Who is my father?” “What is it doll?” “Who is my father?” I knew she was disappointed in me for raising my voice, but I felt a pinch of sympathy. “That is something you must find out on your own.” Her wrinkly grin went from ear to ear. “Your mother was in love with a man named Brock Baker. She wanted to marry him. They were the power couple in high school. Sophomore year to be exact. Just three weeks after her 17th birthday, she was pregnant.” She had a sad expression on her face after the last comment.
Her wrinkles drooped to the floor. “The father… he had a, um, deformity. It is called Proteus Syndrome. It didn’t just mess with appearance, it affected his mental health. He was constantly bullied, but one girl would bring out a side of that monster. Her name was Rosy