Isaiah

I watched as the nurse and my caseworker interacted.

Paperwork was passed through the window.

The caseworker slid my case file under the glass as the nurse slid her some papers to sign.

As my caseworker signed the papers, the nurse looked at me.

Her smile should have been warm and welcoming, but all I saw in her eyes was hunger.

Excuse me?

I can't stay here.

Take me to the military school in Lansing, please.

The nurse asked, her voice muffled slightly by the glass.

Afraid of clowns?

I'd be shaking that caseworker like, please just shoot me in the head.

Please just kill me right here.

I looked into her hungry eyes.

I don't like how the eyes keep being described as hungry.

Now there was a malicious glint as she laughed.

My caseworker laughed too obliviously and said, now, now don't overreact.

before I could object I heard a slam behind me I spun around to see an open door in the far corner of the lobby to the left of the front desk window there was no one there just some light that flooded in then creeping shadows shrill echoing laughter and growing shadows along the wall inside the door oh here comes the welcome committee as I stared in horror clutching the strap of my backpack my caseworker patted me on the shoulder for the last time

I felt bile churning in my stomach.

She's getting into the car and he's pressed up against the glass like, please God, help!

And you see like a bunch of Ronalds pulling him off the window.