❝The cuckoo flies to the nest, who will be the cuckoo's loser?❝
~ One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest ~
What would you do if you opened your eyes and found yourself sitting in a run-down police car, with no idea of why you were there?
The car passed by a streetlight, and sweat beads glistened on the boy's face, merging with the beads of blood at the corner of his mouth.
He looked around, but the tinted windows surrounded him, so he directed his frightened, bewildered gaze toward the spotlight.
They seemed to be somewhere at the edge of the city; he recognized the forest, where the trees danced in the early evening breeze. Or was it already around midnight? Damn, he had completely lost his sense of time.
His wrist hurt, and he wanted to massage it, but he could only hear the clinking of the handcuffs. His shirt was dirty and torn, and his jeans were covered in grass, giving them a greenish hue over the blue.
"Where are we going?" he whispered softly, staring ahead, not wanting to meet the guards' eyes.
However, no answer came.
"Where are we going?" he raised his voice, looked up, but the two men just watched the road.
One of them had his long hair tied in a loose ponytail and scratched his chin, while the other was bald, tapping his index finger and turning to the right. They acted as if they were deaf and blind, just so they wouldn't have to confront the boy with the truth.
A boy who had no idea about the damn truth.
He felt it was unfair that he sat there like a caged bird, perched on that thin branch and chirping.
Chirping was a cry for help.
How could he chirp if no one was paying attention to him?
"Excuse me, but..."
"Shut up!" the one at the wheel shouted and slapped the steering wheel.
The boy trembled.
"But I just want to know why I'm sitting here..." His voice quivered, and he let out each word with great effort.
The police officers didn't respond.
He let out a deep sigh.
He said the unspeakable.
"But what did I do?"
The engine stopped. The spotlight went out, and darkness enveloped everything around him. But he didn't have to remain in the dark for long; the flashlights all lit up at once.
The figures moved, and the boy's heart raced wildly, straight into his throat.
"P-please..."
"They'll explain to you what you did!"
The door opened next to him.
He saw the white coat, the light penetrating his retinas, and he screamed, causing crows to slice through the sky.