EmpirePlanet95

  Will was eleven years old when his school teacher had first recommended he see a psychiatrist. He was...incapable of integrating with the group, they had told his father. The way he spoke, thought, carried himself: it was too different.   Too wrong. His father had spent the next day searching psychiatrists in the area that they could afford. Then, when there was none, he brought Will to the library. The entirety of the opening hours was spent with him on the opposite side of the children's section; Will with his books, and his father with own. After that, they had more 'talks' after dinner, though looking back, it was more ver

Will had been terrified the first time he cast eyes on the place. “An orphanage,” his father had called it. A place for children who had no place to go went to.   Why are we here then, dad? I’ve got you to go to, don’t I? …you won't leave me here, will you?   His father had laughed at his fears, soothing him that no, he wasn't going to leave Will here. That it was only a temporary arrangement. Just as soon as he got a job, they'd find someplace nicer: a place to call home just for the two of them. Soon, he promised. But whether they’d leave sooner than later did nothing to quell the boy̵