Timmy was used the voice by now, it echoed over his imagination having just told him of Hansel and Grettle. He looked at the candy house. He felt the fears and strengths of Hansel and Grettle, the evils of the witch and he reveled in it.
"I love you Timmy."
"I love you too mom." Timmy responded picturing his mothers face.
"Oh, sweetheart, I wish you would talk to me. " He heard her sobbing.
"I - a-m." His voice broke and he sniffed. "I am talking to you mom..."
"If I could just hear you!" She cried. "If I could just hear your sweet little voice..." She sounded desperate.
Then he heard the heavy footsteps, he knew those steps by heart, he knew them so well that he pictured which boots his father was wearing. The old busted black ones, the ones he wore that day so very long ago. Oh, how long had it been?
"Oh, no!" He cried, "Mom! They can't. They can't let him in!" They can't...
"He can't hear you Marrien." His fathers voice rang through harsh and cruel, breaking the fond imaginings of his fictional world.
"I can hear you mom! I can!" He yells.
"It is no use to just keep him here in this pathetic shape, he will never be okay again Marrien, not ever let me pull the plug... He has been in here for months, that is longer than recovery takes Marrien." His father says heavily.
"No! Noooooooo! No! I.... won't..... let.... him... go!" She cries.
"Marrien can't you see this is selfish, can't you see?" His father pleads.
"Mom! No you can't. Y- you can't." He sobs now sitting on the ground. "Don't let me go mom..."
The sky darkens and the scenery rumbles melting into the dark abyss of his mind, he is now sitting in his room, on his white bed in his perfect room not a thing out of order. His books stacked alphabetically, his toys color coded Roy.G.Biv.
"No..." He whimpers his imagination raining down on him now, a terrible storm.
His mother and father always used to argue, but over more trivial things, the thought his father might win overwhelms him.
He stiffles his scream and instead whispers, "No...."
"The acoma is too strong for him." His father growls.