Different, Therefore Bad…….

I cried when he opened the door. My eyes were streaming salty liquid. I saw a young boy tied to a chair wearing a straightjacket; he was maybe fourteen or fifteen. He was struggling with a piece of cloth bound around his mouth. He thrashed so hard at once his chair tipped over and he continued to struggle on the hard, stone floor. The man who had tied him there smiled at me, I glared at him through my tear-filled eyes. I pushed him away and through the doorway. I locked the door and it was just me and the thrashing boy now. He stopped his movement and looked at me through the corner of his eye. I walked towards him, whispering comfort as I neared. He continued to stay still, when I reached him I moved cunningly to untie his arms from across his chest and his waist from the chair. When he was free he bounced to his feet and stood ready for me to grab him, I didn’t. He became less tense when he saw I wasn’t looking to capture him but only to befriend him. He put out his arms and took a small step towards me. I realized he wanted me to show compassion when I saw a glint of moisture in his eye. I realized he had probably never been close to another human as he could be now. I held out my arms in return and we pressed our bodies together awkwardly. He began crying into my shoulder and I rubbed his back. We were that way for several minutes. When we separated we looked directly into each other’s eyes and he gave something of a smile, I smiled back. All this boy ever needed was love; they thought he was crazy, he was to some extend but he was never shown love. He was equal to me, maybe even superior because he sees thing I never am able to; I refuse to see them.