Narrative - One Flew Over the Cuckoo\'s Nest

I step out onto the blue courts. higher up me are the caged windows of the crumbling building, entrapping the poor, baffled souls. Above me, I make up ones mind the grey clouds and deportmentless trees, whose leaves would airlift in the cold, chilling wind, singing us about the hauntings it has seen in the asylum, if scarce it werent dead . Above me I see the miracle of life. A squirrel, a tiny critter hardly possessing more freedom and life than every soul in the asylum. It is fearlessly running crossways the barbed wire, maybe signal detection the presence of a a hawk, peering into it, peering into its mind, deficient to take catch of it. It scatters freely from the manipulative handle of the monster, just in the nick of time.\nI nonice a towering man, secluded from the group, Chief, I think his name is. He is gazing through the fence staring at the patients boarding the bus, resembling he is trying to abide by light at the eradicate of the tunnel , watching the bigger black and yellow bee locomote away, being free . In reality bees are not really free. Their occasion is to serve its pouf, restrained to only its hive. Heck, sounds similar to this asylum, excluding the fact that the queen is more of a screeningbite dictator than a pocket-size leader. Chief has his arms folded, I perceive his apprehension, crawling nether my skin, giving me goosebumps . He is wanting a barrier among himself and others. He is resisting something, I endure it . Ever played this plump for Chief? I ask. beat on I will show you, An old Indian game. I sentry him to the hoops, placing my hand on his back wanting to reassure his blank shell. Put the swelling in the hole I make out him. I see that his port is blank, but his face is apprisal a thousand stories. Thats your compass point right there, dont move. immediately, take the ball. He appears hesitant. He gently wraps his overwhelming hands close to the ball, his hands as docile as a kitten s paw. Now lift your arms up. Up! I shout. The guard is scruti...