Hiding his old face. Wrinkled, a line for what looked like every year of his life, all spread across his tired face. His eyes were as gray as his hair, which was short and coarse lying sideways across his head. He had every characteristic of an old man. He even wore the clothes a man his age would, Freshly pressed by a woman you would believe to be his wife.
He had no wife, no future, and he was dying. He lived as a child in his mind for so long.... his true age never caught up. To him life was still a game. He was a young man who played with other little children and knew why he was breaking arms and legs. No it wasn't osteoporosis it was just what little boys did.
He brought his hands up to his eyes covering them. His hands were huge and wrinkled every vain in them poked out but he never noticed. He cried into his hands, tears of confusion. He was alone in a little room with one lamp no toys and a bed. While he sat in the corner of this room he cried wishing he knew what he did wrong. People walked in and out bringing food and taking whatever he ate away. He tried to ask why he sat alone in this room day after day but no one could understand him. All he could do was weep and stand confused.
A young nurse walked into his room asking him to lie down and he did. He looked at her begging with his eyes for any explanation. She looked at him and smiled, letting him stare into her deep blue eyes while she quickly shot him with a short needle and pushed medicine into his vaines. This made him sleep.
He woke up confused and alone again scared for his life. He screamed and stood up quickly hitting the walls and the door near him. The staff came in and held him down, He heard "We still need him for testing" in the background and didn't understand again. But he was quickly shot again after it. When he awoke he looked around again afraid, knowing he was in a bad place. He walked to the little window beside his bed. A chair sat next to it with a flower on the table in a small glass vase. He walked to the chair and studied it. He started sitting down and all of the sudden unconsciously he had thrown the chair and the table through the window. He watched the gentle flower come out from its vase and not crash to the ground like everything else had. It glided down to the ground and landed softly in the dirt. The door opened and he turned his back on the window. All the people seemed to be running slowly to him. He backed away pressing his huge hand on the glass he had broken. He looked at the ground and saw his flower. Softly laying there free and alive, for all he knew, he felt a hand touch his. He jumped from his window and before anyone could blink he hit the ground. Three stories down a woman looked out the window. The man crashed to the ground lying next to his flower.