Willow Tree Asylum

        Capture Shot glanced at what was in front of him. Two doors stood tall and firm, blocking Capture Shot's view. He slammed into the door with all of his might; but failed. Capture Shot slid to his hind and curled into a fetal position. "So this is it... I'm just doomed in here, why us, WHY US?" He once again looked at his bloodstained hooves. "Maybe this is all just in my mind, maybe I'm just dreaming." But a sudden smash caused his thoughts to erase and head to stand up swiftly. The door which he had tried to unlock; opened. He slid to a corner and did not move. Capture Shot looked towards the ground and saw a single hoof stick out. His eyes widened and he galloped toward the door only to be greeted by a mare, she wore a white uniform and a hat that read "Willow Tree Staff" He could not believe his eyes. "Welcome to the Willow Tree Asylum, Are you here to visit?"

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   “When I didn’t answer the officer he smashed my face further into the concrete, “Ill say it one more time lad, where’s ya dad.” I turned my face slightly to bite his thumb, he flinched his hand and let out a grunt; but strangely he did not release me  from his strong hold. I kept struggling, yelling for someone to help, but unfortunately for myself not a lot of people walk down this street. When I was about to tell him, he released me and sat me up to put handcuffs on my wrists. “Alright just tell me me where your house is, eh?”

    “He took me to his car, and for the first time in my life I felt like a criminal; I promised my mother on her death bed that I would not end up on a police car. It seemed like an easy promise at the time, but when my father hitched a ride on the wrong bandwagon; and I shortly followed. While we were driving down the highway I contemplated about my mother once again. Even though it was only three months ago, it felt like centuries have passed since I embraced her. I felt a tear crawl its way past my eye and down my cheek.

   “Okay here we are at your home.” I did not respond, instead I let my frown show my boiling emotions. He grabbed my wrists and released my handcuffs in that instant I realized I was free, I grabbed my satchel and sprinted to my front door.”

    “I was relieved to see the cop car flee from my house, when I entered the house I was greeted by snowball, but instead of showing hate and resentment. It showed warm compassion by rubbing my leg with its soft face. Normally on this rare occasion of kindness I would reward him with some catnip or a treat; but a long morning of justice and law had pushed my limits and I was beyond exhausted.”

   I trembled and stepped on misc. objects in the hallway as I passed. But I eventually got to my damp room. I shrouded myself in a blanket; that’s where I would usually think the best. Now I had to decide to betray my father and be free from abuse, or stay with him and suffer the consequences. I kept telling myself “What would my mother do?” but in the end she probably couldn’t have decided either way.”

   “I ripped the blinds off my window but instead of finding a warm summer light, I found a grey autumn daybreak. As I cried my ear started to give off an annoying static sound, and then that static began to play a smooth melody; the same one I heard before. My eyes looked up, I tossed my blanket aside and grabbed out a pencil to write the chords playing in my head. It felt as though my brain was being tossed around like a football in my head. And when the melody ended it would just repeat itself; instead of feeling the smooth melody like I did before; it was now a curse that had been playing again and again in my head. When it repeated itself for the third time I rushed to the kitchen to grab some headache pills, but it did not go away. I squeezed my hands on my hair, grimacing at the unknown pain. When I looked toward the television I saw ponies, yes the same ones as before. When I got closer to the television, it felt as though some puppeteer was controlling me by invisible strings; and before I knew it, I was sitting on the couch watching a show meant for little children. But when I put my mind into the actual plot, I noticed that the melody had vanished. I thought long and hard to myself, “Was it the show, or the pills?”

   “And why did the melody submerge itself in silence yet again, this was so bizarre, but I also wanted to refrain from it, to me the thought was dangerous. I arose from my soft couch to hear a knocking at my front door.”

   I stopped in my tracks to look through the front door to see who it was; it was my dad’s partners in crime. Of all the people to show upon my front door, it had to be the criminals. I did not want to upset my father again; so I opened the door to talk to them. “Hey buddy, ya dad home yet?” I shook my head, they pulled out a package from one of their plastic shopping bags. “This is a present for ya dad,” he grabbed me by the collar. “If you open this ya dad is gonna be pissed!” he dropped me to my feet and handed me the package abruptly. The three giants left the apartment complex; and unfortunately for my father I inherited my mother’s curiosity.”

   “I closed the door and locked it thoroughly, then I placed the package carefully onto the coffee table. My cat had appeared on the table to sniff it and rub its face against the edges of the box. I swept him aside and grabbed my pocketknife to cut the edges they ripped off easily; I then unraveled the bubble wrap to find a cheap looking DVD. This actually surprised me, I was expecting narcotics or pills, but it was just a blank DVD. I grabbed it swiftly and sprinted to my room; I then put the DVD inside, and waited for the horror I was about to see appear in front of me.”

“But instead of a swelling mass of pain to my eyes it looked as though it was filmed at a church, the bright lights shimmered off a woman in a ivory cloak that stretched to her toes. As the cameraperson boggled with the view, I had gotten a clear image of the woman; yes it was my mother. I had never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. Elegance illuminated from her pale face. Then the camera switched from my stunning mother, to a tall dark haired man standing beside her. I squinted my eyes to get a better view and that man was my father, strong, handsome, with a bright future ahead of him. They sang a song together; their sound together brought tears to my eyes, but when I listened closer I definitely recognized that melody, it was the same one that had been playing on and off in my brain.”

    “I took the DVD out and without any warning, the melody played in my head once more. I cringed under the pain and began sobbing, just begging and pleading for the melody to go away. I turned my face to my window and looked towards the sunset, it was the only thing to keep me calm; but now my inner calmness was engulfed and swallowed by emotion, it seemed they were the perfect couple; but it was shattered because of my existence; this is my fault. I gazed at what I thought would be my last sunset. The tears dried on my face and they just stopped appearing; I reached my pocket for the knife that had held so much aggression and pain. Now was held to my throat.”

    “The police busted my door and standing in front of him was the man that I hated the most, the detective. He stroked his rugged face and stared at me with a puzzled look, “Well lad, it looks like you’re in a bit of a predicament eh?” my face turned from no emotion to a face of sheer rage. When out of nowhere a policeman caught me and pushed my face on the ground.”

   “We’re just here to ask a few questions before we get started with our mouse trap.” The policeman held my face up and the detective kneeled and met me half way. “What time does your dad get home?” while being pushed to the ground I had gathered enough spit; after he asked the question, I spat on his dress shoes.” He jumped back at the surprising information,” Fine I guess we’ll have to wait for ya old man, eh?”

“I heard a knock on my front door, it could only mean more police or my father had returned.”