The sword gripped in his hand was all that stood between his beloved Gwendolyn and him. He drew it from its sheath and raised it. In a few seconds, they would be reunited.
Suddenly a swarm of men in white surrounded him. One grabbed the sword from out of his hand while the others restrained him. He struggled desperately to break free but they were too strong. Then, they were carrying him away. Where were they taking him? To the dungeon like the others? No, he didn’t want to go there. He wanted to die and be with Gwendolyn. He yelled her name as they took him away.
Marnie watched as they put her son in the van and took him back to the mental hospital, tears running down her cheeks. It was no use denying it any longer. His condition had gotten worse. If the help hadn’t arrived when it did, he would have succeeded in yet another attempt to take his life. After he lost his wife Gwen in a horrific accident, he wasn’t the same. He had become depressed and then suicidal.
Now it was likely that he would never be allowed to set foot outside of the hospital again. She had hoped that a weekend at home would have done him some good but clearly it didn’t. He was going back to where he would be safe. Worst than losing a child to death was watching that child lose his mind. Lose his tenuous grip on reality.
“A human life is a fragile thing, but a human mind is even more so” – Think Exist
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