JEAN-THOBY'S ASYLUM
2004 - THE PRESENT
"Let me embrace thee, sour, adversity for wise men say it is the wisest course." - William Shakespeare
A massive dormant asylum is perched on a hilltop.
Screaming trees framed the entrance with an equally grotesque enormous gate. It is dark and windy outside.
A lonesome, faintly lit window and a whisper escaped from the 8th floor...
"Foley is his name. His nightmare is to be born a Neptenu."
Mumbling can be heard. Through the window, we spy on a young man moving about in his room with a notebook. Presumably, he is looking for something. A flashlight. This is Foley.
Foley picks up a pocket flashlight that he kept in a drawer of his nightstand in his narrow room. Sitting on the edge of his bed, in the dark, Foley is gathering his volatile thoughts to write his life story, his version of it anyway.
He has been mulling that idea over for thirteen years now. Tomorrow will mark the thirteenth anniversary of the infamous murders. His parents and his twin brothers. Foley needs to bring his thoughts to written words for everyone to comprehend why he did what he did so many years ago. As he begins to put ink on paper, he is re-experiencing his old life all over again.
YMOR NEPTENU'S MANSION
APRIL FOOLS' EVE
1976
Foley
It was nighttime, I was only two years old, and was about to turn three the following day. I was hiding behind my parents' bedroom door while eavesdropping on one of their sinister conversations in bed. My favorite pastime was to act as if I was invisible like a wallflower and gain as much information on everyone in the mansion. I found entertainment in the most peculiar of places.
I peered through the bedroom door and saw that my mother was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. She was trying hard not to make eye contact with my father, Ymor. While the latter was fixated on her and admiring her shapely face.
"Ymor, what are we going to do?" Lehcim asked restlessly.
"What do you mean, Lehci?" Ymor queried cluelessly.
"You KNOW exactly what I am talking about," Lehcim replied while acting overly agitated.
"Please Lehci." Ymor implored his wife. "Let's not talk about this tonight. Can we talk about it in the morning, muffin?"
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Foley was caught red-handed, eavesdropping by his twin brothers. Finkley was standing outside of the room that he shared with his twin, Freckley. He was facing Foley and giggling while talking to Freckley. Finkley was on his way to the water closet at the end of the hallway when he noticed Foley.
"Hey, Freckley, look at Foley here! What a girl!" Finkley snickered.
"What did he do this time?" Freckley chuckled while walking out of their bedroom.
"He is standing behind Mama and Papa's bedroom door spying. What a freak!" Finkley chortled.
"What are you doing, little Fofo? Are you having night terrors again? You want mama and papa?" The twins taunted Foley mercilessly.
"What a wimp!" Finkley sniggered endlessly.
"Maybe we should teach him a lesson," Freckley eagerly added.
"Hey big baby, come here. Let me show you something." Both twins addressed Foley.
"N ooo. Iiiii hhhaavvee tttoo ggoo." Foley was scared out of his mind. He stammered his words to his older brothers.
"FRONT AND CENTER. Fooooollley." The twins hollered in unison teasingly.
"Iiiii have to go peeeee." Foley was trying hard to compose himself but faltered.
"No, you don't. FRONT AND CENTER." The twins yelled at their little brother mockingly yet sternly.
"Yyyeeessss." Foley stepped awkwardly and almost possessed towards his brothers, exposing the birthmark on his neck in the moonlight coming from the big window at the end of the hallway.
The twins laughed hysterically at him as they spun him around and subjected him to a very long and agonizing wedgy.
"Is he pissing his pants?" Finkley was cackling his little Machiavellic heart out.
"Oh geez! He is! What a girl!" Freckley was taunting and tittering.
Scared, ashamed and upset, his underwear all wet, Foley was forcing the predictable tears back.
Lehcim stormed out of the bedroom into the hallway with Ymor gracing the background.
"What are you kids doing up so late?" She inquired while staring half-crazed at Foley. "WHAT are YOU doing to my RUG? Go get cleaned up right this instant."
She looked less upset at the twins, "go on now! Go to bed sweeties, there's a big day ahead of us."
"Good night kids!" Ymor muttered unsurely.
"Good night, Papa! Good night, Mama!" The twins sang in unison, acting cute but potent.
"Love you my sweet peas, I am coming to tuck you in." Lehcim cheerfully beamed.
Drew Barrymore narrates
Little Foley was in the bathroom washing up, crying and wishing he had never been born. Or perhaps, he wished he had been born into a different family. Foley was going to turn three years old within hours, but in his short-lived existence, he had already grasped the concept of death, life and the afterlife. He also fully understood sadness, pain, hurt, and love or the lack thereof. He let out a tearful stutter.
"Iiiii wiiiishhhh I wwwwwwaaaaaaaasss deaaaad."
JEAN-THOBY'S ASYLUM
FOLEY'S ROOM
2004
Older Foley was crying. He remembered that night all too well. When his father and mother completely ignored the fact that his older brothers were abusing him. He could not bring himself to stop thinking about his mother's full-blown hatred for him. How she could care less about him being bullied by his twin brothers but was furious at him for urinating on himself and accidentally staining the overpriced hallway rug.
"Goodbye Mommy!" Foley mumbled almost absentmindedly to himself.
YMOR NEPTENUS MANSION
FOLEY'S BEDROOM
1976
Little Foley went to sleep that night shattered and lost. He felt alone in the world. So alone.
Drew Barrymore narrates
The Neptenus were immensely negligent towards their benjamin son, to say the least. To think of it, there are countless families like the Neptenus in our world. If you care to look, you will find that most of those children grow up to be psychopaths, narcissists, eccentric billionaires running conglomerates and always ready to dispense with retribution on anyone who wronged them.
Little Foley did not sign up for this type of ill treatment. No kids have. Nonetheless, as the last and third son of Neptenus, his only way out was within.
Buckle up ladies and gents, it's going to be a wicked, deadly ride!