“ I don know where they are taking me or who they are,” the boy yelled in a thick Scottish accent while facing no one, “I don know stop accusing me of dis I don like yeu,” as ‘you’ fell off the boy’s lips he lunged for the asylum worker closest to him.

“What the f***?!” the man yelled in shock, “get this psycho off of me!”

“Who are yeu? What do yeu want from us?” a female voice came from the boy, with the same thick accent.

“He’s possessed. we need to get him into the room,” the other worker shouted attempting to pull the boy, who was now scratching and mauling the other worker drawing blood.

“No! Don’t pull he’s hurting me,” he shrieked.

“Die! Die! Die!” the boy screamed, eventually, the other worker got the boy off and wrapped him in a straight jacket, pinning his arms to his chest with the leather straps like a cage holding him. The boy started to cry and looked out the window.

“I don know what is happening, don hurt me,” the boy sobbed, once again, to no one.
Once at the Pennsylvania Hospital, the men took the boy to a small, cramped room filled so there was almost no walking space with a small chair and table, with the table...

Manic laughter and screams flooded through the halls from patients occupying other rooms. However, unlike the screaming, and laughing people surrounding him, the boy sat staring at the wall. A lady walked in, wearing a blue sweater over a long blue dress like the other female patients, unlike the boy she wasn’t in a straight jacket, and she jumped on him.

“Why do you follow me everywhere?” she screamed while clawing at his exposed skin, which was really only his neck and face. With the straight jacket pinning his arms to him he was trapped, left to endure whatever this woman wanted to do to him, as his only defense was his hands, the woman’s weight held his legs down and he knew if he opened his mouth it would turn into a blood bath with these woman’s claws. A nurse and security guard rushed in as the shrieks of the woman and boy drifted to them. The guard grabbed the woman and lifted her up as the nurse plunged a needle into her arm, causing her to yelp, and the thick, gooey, clear liquid was pushed into the woman’s body. The men took the boy’s straight jacket off and placed it on the woman before leaving with the woman leaving the boy bloody and clawed with no help.

After the nurses had time to discuss the events of last the previous night, the two workers who brought in the boy led the others to believe that the boy had, somehow, caused the attack on himself, he was then placed in the isolation box. He sat in the cage-like box rocking back and forth and whispering to himself. As nurses came to check on him and noticed his voice changing they started to believe the men who had brought him in that he was, indeed, possessed. They sent for a priest, who came quite quickly, to exorcise the boy, as the boy was removed from the box, and once again his straight jacket, once in The Room, his arms, and legs were tied to a wrought iron bed in the room. The room, as the workers called it, was filled with nothing but a wrought iron bed, means to restrain a patient, crosses, a bible, and was only big enough for the person on the bed and 4 others. 

The priest began asking for the “demons’” names and got a faint reply from the boy. As the priest kept asking for the names the boy shouted, “please sir! Let me go home to my mother! She’s all I have, I’m all she has. My dad and siblings all died before I was born. Please sir, let me return to my mother!” he screamed louder at the end, his voice cracked as he began to sob, all he wanted was his mother.

“Don’t worry son, you will return to your mother soon,” the priest cried out, as he continued to “exorcise” the boy.

The boy screamed and begged the priest to stop, the boy was getting scared he didn’t understand, all he knew was, he wasn’t possessed. The voices in his head started to yell things they never have before, terrifying things, horrible things. 

“You’re gonna die… We’re not demons. We’re in your head, we have always been here. Always. You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die because of these idiots,” were a few things said before there was a deep snarl like sound in his head and the voices started chanting, “die die you’re gonna die. Die die you’re gonna die...” over and over again. The boy screamed as he shook violently, attempting to stop the voices. Which, the priest mistook for demons fighting against his religious chants and casting outs and the nuns praying over him.

The boy was only bones, with skin clinging to them, forming to their shape, like a table cloth thrown over a wrought iron fence, clinging as a child would to its mother. The boy was dehydrated, starving, and tired after the two-week-long, never-ending “exorcism” and his body was too weak to do anything.

With his last bit of life Tobias cried out, “dis is the end fer me tell my mother tha gaol agam ort,” which roughly translates to I love you. As he finished his sentence, his body fell limp against the restraints, his breathing and struggling ceased, he had died.