He walked past the library and went to school, pretending as
though nothing had happened. He had become the very acme of a good student: he
paid attention, answered questions, and completed his cursive copying. He could
use his dominant hand again and his handwriting was legible and quick again.
He looked for Robert and Mia during recess but they could
not be found. He climbed into the space between the hedge and the building. He
drew a face in the dirt with a stick. He tried to draw Mia but couldn’t
remember her features. He drew some lines of long hair and thought that he had
captured her essence fairly well. He wiped the dusty drawing away with his
hands.
It was too painful to face the fact that he was terrible
artist and that he couldn’t remember what she looked like. He came out of the
hedges and moped until the last bell rang.
He took the slowest route home, via the shopping centre in
the back of the library, and past the park. He spent a lot of time at the Pizza
Hut, but he would “play” for a little bit at the games, then exit. He would
wander around the back of the grocery store, then come back.
A stranger who saw him pretending to play gave him a
precious quarter. He was so grateful that tears welled up in his eyes and he
wanted the man to become his father. However, the generous father figure only
smiled and left. The boy took a while to decide which game he would actually
play with the treasure.
He played Space
Invaders because it was easier to get to higher levels. The rhythmic pulses
of the levels as the aliens moved one step at a time either to the right or the
left, then down was soothing at first. As it sped up to a breakneck speed and
the fortresses had all been bombed out, the game became too difficult quickly
and it was over.
When he was sure the employees at the Pizza Hut were eyeing
him closely, he left and wandered around the park. He sat for a long time
watching a little league baseball game that was being played in one of the
diamonds. He found comfort in sitting near activities and people that were the
same size he was. Even though he didn’t identify with humans, he found that
they were tolerable. Hanging out with them was preferable to going home at
least.
The images of the morning played out in his mind and he
couldn’t quite decipher what they meant. He wondered what was under the sheet
in the stretcher. He didn’t wonder who
was under the sheet because he would have to have guessed who it was. Instead,
he pretended it was the sandwich rotting in his desk drawer, or perhaps a
broken piece of glass or a mirror that was being carried into the ambulance.
He wondered who the woman was who held his brother
protectively by the shoulder. He wondered, too late, what his brother was doing
and where he was. This led naturally to him trying to recall where he had left
the vampire blade. He would need to make new ones with Robert, he decided. He
rubbed his rabbit’s foot unconsciously.
Dark clouds had formed and it was quite late. The baseball
game broke up and the boy found himself alone in the darkening valley. A rain
storm that was much heavier and later than the afternoon showers had moved in.
The sky opened up and the boy realised why the park had become deserted so
quickly.
He trudged home in the rain and rivers of water running down
the streets. He stepped on something sharp and his foot bled. He stopped at a
street lamp and examined the cut. It was small and his feet were tough from not
wearing shoes, so he hobbled on.
He was glad it was dark when he passed by the house with the
pagodas and koi pond. He relished the idea of the fish living under water,
unaffected and uncaring about the rain pouring above them. To them, all was
tranquil and smooth. He knew that it would be soon, very soon, when he would
join his fellow dolphins in the sea. He would rest under the ocean calm and
serene while the skies above and the people on earth raged on impotently.
His home was dark when he approached cautiously. He didn’t
see any policemen or ambulances, but he could never be too careful. They might
be hiding to catch him. Under the cover of the dark and rain, he snuck into the
back yard and came in through the back door. The house was completely empty and
silent.
He made a mayonnaise and bologna “wich” and munched it in
the dark. He drip-dried standing in the kitchen. He went to the living room
when he was finished and listened on the party-line. There weren’t any
conversations, however, and it was too depressing to find out the time from the
lady who repeated it so exactingly.
He was starting to see the world as more and more dreary.
His world view was beginning to expand, and he was realising more things and
seeing connections everywhere. His view was expanding and the world was
shrinking. He was scared. Instead of sharks, he imagined vampires that looked
like his brother coming from the shadows.
He went to bed and covered himself under his sheets. The
sound of the tanks was comforting, but not enough to calm him completely. He
tried keeping his body exceedingly still until he couldn’t help but fidget and
turn. Then he would try to keep his legs straight and point his toes up until
this muscles burned and he had to relax them. He believed he could work out a
deal with an unknown force that if he stayed still long enough, he could have
his mother and brother back, and everything would go back to the way it was.
The way that it was had been bad too, but at least he hadn’t
been as scared of what was going on. The adults all seemed to know what was
happening and how everything was. They talked to each other in strange
sentences which he could parse the words, but not understand the meanings. They
had a secret way of passing information and knowing everything. He wanted to
know everything.
He started awake with a jerk and panic: he didn’t know where
his vampire knife was. He was too afraid, so he had to stay under the sheets
for a long time. His heart beat loudly and his breath was ragged from the
nightmare. He listened intently to all the sounds around the house. He reasoned
that it was better to die than to wait around for his transformation into a
dolphin. He was too fearful to go to sleep and stayed up until the light brightened
imperceptibly by degrees.
He went out in the dawn and walked through the thick fog
that covered the whole mountainside. The white mist was so dense that he could
barely see the chain-link fence in front of Mia’s house. The boy enjoyed the
anonymity of the fog and walked toward the trivium, even though he couldn’t see
it. He didn’t know that the risk of inheriting schizophrenia from a single
parent diagnosed with it is a little more than ten per-cent, and with both
parents is nearly fourty per-cent.
He turned around before he reached the trivium and walked
back to Robert’s neighbour’s house. He opened the door and poked his head in.
He listened for a while at the front door and finally entered quietly. He sat
in the recliner and rested for long time until he could see the sunlight
outside the windows.
He was getting hungry so he skip-walked to school and snuck
into the cafeteria in the middle of the recess breakfast. He took three small
hotdogs from discarded trays in the trash and ate them. He grabbed a coffeecake
square from some kid’s tray as they turned their back.
He lived in this way for several days until the weekend. He
established a routine of sleeping in his house after dark and going to school
during recess and lunch to eat, then staying in the park or the shopping centre
until late.
The weekend was the hardest because the school wasn’t open
and there wasn’t any food in the refrigerator. He considered going to the woman’s
house with the koi pond, but decided against it. Her house was too fancy and he
didn’t want to make a mess.
He made a fatal mistake on Monday by going to class. The
teacher cast worried looks at him and he knew he was busted. However, he
thought he could pretend like nothing was happening and act casual until she
would not notice him anymore. He rubbed his rabbit’s foot for good luck.
An assistant to the principal came in and called him by
name. Not his Usagi name, he noticed,
and knew that meant he was in trouble. He was escorted to the principal’s
office and wondered how many swats on the bottom he would get from the paddle.
Instead of the paddle, the boy spent a long time sitting in
silence in front of the principal’s desk. The man seemed nervous and distracted.
He pulled out a few slender jars of medication from a drawer. He used a letter
opener to chop some of the pills in half on a book. The principal sighed and
cast worried glances at the boy over the top of his large glasses. Finally, he
gathered the broken pieces of pills and shovelled them into his mouth, drowning
them down with a glass of water.
They stared at each other for several long minutes. The
principal asked the boy some questions, which the boy only nodded, shook his
head, or mumbled answers to. The principal asked the boy where he’d been the
past week, and the boy answered with half-truths about having played baseball,
flying kites, and building forts in another country.
The principal listened and seemed to run out of questions to
ask. A woman came in and sat down on a chair next to the principal. The
principal introduced the woman as a social worker from the state. The social
worker smiled and introduced herself. She asked similar questions to the ones
the principal had asked and the boy answered. He was over his initial
nervousness, however, so his answers were more embellished and exciting this
time.
The social worker woman asked the boy if he knew that his
mother had died. The boy was shocked and slumped in his chair. He had to
confront an idea that he had been dodging for a week, namely that he could not
find any signs of his mother or brother in the house this whole time. He had
thought that he had grasped the situation of the world, and knew how everything
worked. He was disappointed and upset that he had been blindsided by something
that he should have known.
The social worker woman handed the boy several tissues,
which he was grateful for. The principal seemed very uncomfortable and kept
making coughing noises and shifting in his seat. The boy stopped sobbing after
a while and asked if he were in trouble and if he would get the paddle.
Both adults were surprised and immediately moved to comfort
him. The social worker took him out of the office and told him she would take
him to a “foster home”. The boy didn’t know what that was, but nodded as if he
did. She said that he wouldn’t be able to stay with his brother yet, due to “limitations”
with the “fosters”.
The boy told the social worker that he did not mind being
away from his brother since he was a vampire anyway and they were not related.
The social worker was shocked and frowned. She took the boy to her car and told
him they were going to drive a bit of a way to the “foster home”. The boy got
into the car apprehensively and looked around him one last time.
The boy would learn later in life that change was violence.
Change was inevitable. And therefore, violence was inevitable. He learned that
fighting never accomplished anything, so he didn’t fight. When life asked him
if he wanted beef, he would decline and ask for chicken. Death was also
inevitable, and so death was just change. It was also violence, of course. The
boy would wish for death but it only came slowly, dallying in front of him like
Christmas.
He waved goodbye to the valley as it receded out the back of
the car window. He bade farewell to everything he knew and bravely faced
forward. He tried not to cry, not because he was brave, but because he had to
ration his tissues and did not want to run out. He reused the tissues as much
as possible but ran out of squares anyway. He used up all the tissues and then
began wiping his nose on his sleeves.
He farted a long plaintive note, like the opening bassoon
in The Rite of Spring. This is the
sound a heart makes when it breaks: the wind whipping by the car window, a fart
of moist, stinking air, and an outburst of grief.
*****
I think the dolphin
was you, dad.
No, they were
dolphins.
I said, I don’t
understand.
Here is what it means.
It wasn’t me. I wasn’t there. It was someone else. They were dolphins.