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The new place seems nice enough. He gets to do some things he never got to do before. It’s so much better than being a nurse. Not so much stress.
Then all of a sudden he heard a voice that was familiar to him. No way it couldn’t be him. It was Ivan. He could hear him. Then the whispers the talking about his family. The thing is Ivan didn’t know was that the particular family member he was talking about used to work there and they could easily pull up their records and disprove anything he said.
It stared all over again. The whispers, the discussions, the evil stares, the acting scared, and the rumors. This cause so much commotion that they told them to stop talking about it because he was on the floor. Of course that only made it worse, they wouldn’t stop now.
Eventually they smiled at him and put him in a room. He assumed it caused fear. People looked at him funny and treated him like he was a disease. He didn’t like the way they looked at him. Just like the other place.
What would be the next step after he was placed in confinement? There would be meetings determining what was true and what was not.
Meetings discussing things that happened to him before. Meetings about something that happened at his home. Moments he thought he was all alone, but he wasn’t was he? How could he mistake his own anguish being played and hearing people making fun of him for crying. Acting as if his pain was not real, as if what he was crying about was not justified.
How would they have felt is things about their life and family was given to strangers? How would they feel if their moments alone at home was broadcasted to strangers? How would they feel if they heard someone talk about something he thought only he had felt and he had been through, but strangers knew?
It wasn’t the first time he had heard them replay it, no. He heard it above him when his neighbors sat down and replayed it over and over again. That woman and those loud as people. “He was loud.”
Yeah he was loud he had just been talked to by someone at church who kept saying “Don’t worry about what people say about you.” That pretty much told him they knew. They knew about something that according to where he was, it wasn’t supposed to go to Mario, but it when out all over the city.
How could he even be safe in God’s house if everyone treated him the same?
So yes, he was crying and upset. It was a deep pain.
But now he knew he hadn’t imagined anything. He knew he wasn’t crazy. He knew that everything he went through was validated, by the urgency to put him in a room.
Still he knew they thought he was whatever they said he was. He had been fingerprinted when he worked at the police station. He had been through two background checks before he got into the other place and he knew he had been through another one before he could get into this place. Still everyone wanted him to be a monster, to be bad, to be the most evil person in the world.