For as long as I could remember, I’ve always had a creative imagination. It was so creative that I could see my creations come to life before me. Around the time I was 9 or 10, my parents and I were on a drive to my grandparents house. I was watching the world fly by outside. I had caught sight of the shadow of our car. It looked like a robotic spider. I smiled a little as this robotic spider jumped into existence and ran alongside our car. My mom had started screaming, making my dad swerving our car into a ditch. I lost the imagine of the robotic spider as I got slammed into my mom’s chair. The spider dissipated into dust. My parents had started yelling about the spider, which confused me. It wasn’t supposed to be real? They had decided to check me into a mental hospital. One of those for special kids, as they called it. I was there for years, never getting better.

Today, at age 20, I’m being released on the mark that nothing was wrong with me. Through the years of being at the hospital, they had come to notice what ever I had imagined would seep into reality. My mom had came to pick me up, she talked to the nurses for awhile. Probably about how to help me control my mind. I simply rolled my eyes and started doodling butterflies into my notebook. Glancing up, I saw two little girls staring at me. Both were in the hospital attire for mental health kids. I smiled at them and waved, drawing matching butterflies for them. Two blue, purple, and yellow butterflies sprouted from the pages of my sketch book. I placed the book down next to me and gently grabbed the two butterflies, crystallizing them. The two girls jaws dropped. Smiling, I walked over to them and knelt down in front of them.

I held out the little butterflies, “Don’t let anyone tell you there is something wrong with you,” I said gently.

Both little girls nodded slowly, “Thank you… Miss,” they said in unison.

“Come on, Percy,” my mom called.

I smiled once more at the two girls, “Have a nice day, little ones.”

I stood up and grabbed my sketch book before running after my mom, “Let’s head home.”

My mom nodded and wrapped her arm around my shoulders, “It’s good to have you back, darling.”