2012-03-14, 20:41
#1
The island
It was december 18th in New York city 1978.
The weather was bad with much snow and people that buy presents for Christmas.
I don’t like the country this time and not my friend Tom to.
Tom and I work at a special investigator for different of places.
For two years ago I and Tom get a job from a orphanage. The children there were really sick and Tom lost his finger when he sleeps. Tom didn’t work for a year after arrived home.
But now we had a hard time for us now because it doesn’t came up so many jobs for me and Tom. We search for jobs and we call people all over the country but nothing came up.
When suddenly Tom get a phone call from a mental word on a island a couple of hours from London.
- Hello my name is Dr. Dwight and I searching for Richard Levestien?
- No sir, this is he’s assistant Tom Marse.
- Oh hi, I calling for the advertisement in the newspaper.
- Really! Can I help you with something?
- Actually I work on a mental word for sick people on “The Island”.
Tom became silent for a minute, he gave me the phone and I start to talk to
Dr. Dwight. We decided to visit the island. Tom doesn’t like the idea, because he had the horrible experiences from the orphanage for two and a half years ago.
But anyway we were right away from New York City on a small dirty ship to the “The Island”. People that we asked only say that The Island was a bad place to visit.
6pm we arrived to the mental word.
On the pier Dr. Dwight welcome us home.
Tom didn’t get it. What home did he ask me?
Dr. Dwight fallowed us to the little building that we were supposed to sleep. The windows were crashed and the roof had a big opening. Tom and I look at each other with a desperate look.
Dr. Dwight walked out from our house and fallows us to the next building, it was bars on the windows and the mental sick people had handcuff, I smell musty and old. The first person I saw was a little girl standing in front of some flowers.
She looked at me and raises her finger to her mouth and gave me a desperate look. Tom didn’t saw her, it feels like that girl known me for a weird reason.
When we came in to the front building I start to thinking of my own house back in New York. I have the same curtain and the couch was in the same color as my kitchen. I don’t like to design my home because my family died on a road trip to Los Angeles I lost my little girl Amy and my son Kyle, someway it feels better for me to have all that old thing from my family back on place, but sometimes I wish that I died to.
- Richard wakes up! Tom says.
- Yes I’m wake I’m wake!
- Why so laud Tom?
- We are getting the information about the little boy that’s disappear from his room 5am yesterday.
- Oh! Good can we get all the information in our hand sir?
- Yes Mr. Levestien.
From a small room a chubby woman came out and tells me and Tom about the boy.
- You can’t just take him you need to be skilled and clever, hi is not like other 10 years old boys.
- Yes ma’m, I can only do what I can.
Tom and I didn’t sleep that night, the only thing Tom was worry about was that girl for 2 years ago. I tell to not think so much and focus on right things.
All right let’s get started, we have a 10 years old boy with mental obstacle. We don’t know much about him, only that he on the run on this small island.
Dr. Dwight came in to our house and gave me a photo of “Kyle Smith”.
- I fell that I know him, its look just like my son Kyle that died 2years ago. This is can’t be real.
- Richard, I have a plane to get this boy!
- We don’t need to get him, he have all his need here. We don’t need to get him I do…
It was december 18th in New York city 1978.
The weather was bad with much snow and people that buy presents for Christmas.
I don’t like the country this time and not my friend Tom to.
Tom and I work at a special investigator for different of places.
For two years ago I and Tom get a job from a orphanage. The children there were really sick and Tom lost his finger when he sleeps. Tom didn’t work for a year after arrived home.
But now we had a hard time for us now because it doesn’t came up so many jobs for me and Tom. We search for jobs and we call people all over the country but nothing came up.
When suddenly Tom get a phone call from a mental word on a island a couple of hours from London.
- Hello my name is Dr. Dwight and I searching for Richard Levestien?
- No sir, this is he’s assistant Tom Marse.
- Oh hi, I calling for the advertisement in the newspaper.
- Really! Can I help you with something?
- Actually I work on a mental word for sick people on “The Island”.
Tom became silent for a minute, he gave me the phone and I start to talk to
Dr. Dwight. We decided to visit the island. Tom doesn’t like the idea, because he had the horrible experiences from the orphanage for two and a half years ago.
But anyway we were right away from New York City on a small dirty ship to the “The Island”. People that we asked only say that The Island was a bad place to visit.
6pm we arrived to the mental word.
On the pier Dr. Dwight welcome us home.
Tom didn’t get it. What home did he ask me?
Dr. Dwight fallowed us to the little building that we were supposed to sleep. The windows were crashed and the roof had a big opening. Tom and I look at each other with a desperate look.
Dr. Dwight walked out from our house and fallows us to the next building, it was bars on the windows and the mental sick people had handcuff, I smell musty and old. The first person I saw was a little girl standing in front of some flowers.
She looked at me and raises her finger to her mouth and gave me a desperate look. Tom didn’t saw her, it feels like that girl known me for a weird reason.
When we came in to the front building I start to thinking of my own house back in New York. I have the same curtain and the couch was in the same color as my kitchen. I don’t like to design my home because my family died on a road trip to Los Angeles I lost my little girl Amy and my son Kyle, someway it feels better for me to have all that old thing from my family back on place, but sometimes I wish that I died to.
- Richard wakes up! Tom says.
- Yes I’m wake I’m wake!
- Why so laud Tom?
- We are getting the information about the little boy that’s disappear from his room 5am yesterday.
- Oh! Good can we get all the information in our hand sir?
- Yes Mr. Levestien.
From a small room a chubby woman came out and tells me and Tom about the boy.
- You can’t just take him you need to be skilled and clever, hi is not like other 10 years old boys.
- Yes ma’m, I can only do what I can.
Tom and I didn’t sleep that night, the only thing Tom was worry about was that girl for 2 years ago. I tell to not think so much and focus on right things.
All right let’s get started, we have a 10 years old boy with mental obstacle. We don’t know much about him, only that he on the run on this small island.
Dr. Dwight came in to our house and gave me a photo of “Kyle Smith”.
- I fell that I know him, its look just like my son Kyle that died 2years ago. This is can’t be real.
- Richard, I have a plane to get this boy!
- We don’t need to get him, he have all his need here. We don’t need to get him I do…
