The Boy's Subject.

"I just want you to remember this... always dream..no matter what, okay?  I also want you to never forget this: ... Don't be fooled by reality, because even what you see with your eyes alone..you can not trust always..."
   With the last words slipping from her muffled mouth, the little boy only nodded as tears streamed out from his horribly puffy red, glossy, royal blue orbs. The young lady couldn't stand the sight anymore as it tore at the last bit of humanity and sanity that lurked in her poor heart, she looked away silently as two, towering men in all black and covered faces grabbed and yanked her away. "No!!! Don't take her!! She's my mommy!!!!No!! Stop! Stop i-it....pleas-e...don't ta-take my mom-m-my....stop...please...," the poor boy screamed in pain but slowly fell to the ground, gripping the cold bars that seperated two worlds, poor boy didn't even know what a mother was...she had just taken him under her wing yet here she was now...taken to what they like to refer to as, " the Happy Institute."
   The boy only knew that it meant a school to teach people how to be good....


   ...He didn't know that it, itself, was a school ruled by a monster....and that he would later have to meet that monster...


  But would it be too late to save the one that he thought a mother was...would he be able to fix what had been so terribly done...would he keep his own sanity, all the while?