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Sunday, December 16, 2012

The World of Tim Raves Segment 1 (2000 - 2011)




Chapter 1

Somewhere between the place where people cared and the land of lost hope lay the sky under the darkened space above. Then came the rain below under the darkened sky, and below it all, soaking up the rain greedily like a famished dog when it finds water, was the land. From the sky fell rain like tears upon the grass below. There under an ancient weeping willow tree lay the face whose cheeks had never felt a tear. The old tree knew this and felt for the boy; so it gave him the tear it received from the sky. The tear of rain slowly crept down from his eye, off his cheek and back down to the ground finding its long forgotten home.
The rain fell upon the leaves of the nearby trees emulating the sound of the rolling waves from the sea. Along with this sound came voices calling out into the darkness for the lost boy. Mud laden footsteps grew closer until they stopped abruptly.
A slim woman no older than thirty-five stood in a dead silence. She lifted a hand to wipe her soaked blond hair from her face. “Tim?” The woman said questioningly at the sight of the boy curled up under the old willow. Dr. Terress slowly stepped out of the forest brush and slowly approached the boy kneeling upon the softened undergrowth beside him. The sound of footsteps and stirring of the underbrush came through the trees from where the doctor had come. Dr. Terress quickly turned her head as her eyes caught the shadowed image of a tall yet not heavyset man. The man stepped out beside the doctor and gently placed his large hand upon her shoulder.
“I feared this,” the man began as the rain dripped down his short brown hair and down his long face. It was hard to tell whether he was crying or if it was only the rain that wet his face. “But I suppose you always fear the future when you know what is going to happen.” There was no use in saying it; they both knew the boy was gone now.
“If only Timmy could have seen the real world,” the woman said looking at the man with teary eyes.
“Oh, I think he did…. I think he saw it all too clearly,” the man concluded as he pondered.
The sky was filled with rays of shinning sun that broke through the scattered white clouds in a sky as blue as a crisp clear ocean. The sun graciously gave its light to the forest plants that hungered from the darkness of the recently past winter. The songs of countless birds filled the air telling all that the winter has gone and spring has come again.
Set in the mountains of the far Northwest was a little wooded valley. In that valley among the trees was a tiny cabin of old moss covered logs. The door open slowly while creaking on its old rusted hinges. A thing stream of light poured in through the entrance across the old rotting pine floor boards. The light passed across a pail face whose body was curled upon the floor. In the shadows two youthful eyes peered out from the darkness into the lighted doorway to welcome the visitor. The floorboards creaked in a path towards the boy. The visitor left no shadow, no objects only an urgent message to the boy before departing on his own way. The door slowly turned upon its hinges and closed as if by the wind.
An old blue pickup truck was slowly on its way down the old road that led into the little valley. The tree roots and seedlings in growing in the rode gave the driver a reason to go slower that he liked to. He held the wheel loosely in his thickly callused farmer’s hands as he ground some wheat from last years harvest between his worn yellow teeth.
The passenger was enjoying the ride much less than the driver who did not seem to mind it. She nervously clutched her doctor's bag in her hands as she attempted to straighten her delicate glasses that had been bumped out of place upon the end of her nose. She seemed to have solved the problem with her glasses only after a moment by taking them off all together and placing them in her coat pocket for the time being, but just as she managed this the truck's tires ran over a large stump knocking her bag out of her hands and sending it clashing to her feet while spilling her instruments about.
“Surry ‘bout the ride Miss, but it’s the only road,” said the old farmer slurring his words badly.
“Oh, it’s all right, nothing seems to been broken,” the doctor said nervously as she picked up her tools and placed them back in her bag as carefully as she could.
“We’re almost there. Lak’ I said I wus jus’ goin’ up to ol’ John’s place jus’ to check things out. An’ nobody’s lived there for years an’ I fine’ the lady jus’ lyin’ there dead like she just curled up there an’ died. An’ then I see the boy jus’ sittin’ there without no chair. An he’s starin’ off in’a space an’ talkn’ lak’ he sees someone there ta talk to, but he don’t see me, jus’ acts like I ain’t there at all. An’ like I said I try to bring the boy back to town with me so, but he jus’ plane gone crazy like I has a herd a demons come to drag him down to hell er some’n,” the farmer said as the doctor struggled to understand his speech.
“Well, like I said I’m not a psychiatrist, but I will see what I can do until we can figure something out for the boy.” The doctor thought for a time, “You can’t think of anywhere the boy and his mother came from can you?”
“No, I can’t say I recognize 'em. I jus’ guess they’s some homelesses that come an’ stay there or sompn’,” replied the old farmer as he spat a wad of chewed wheat out the window. The truck finally reached the bottom of the valley and rolled to a stop at the end of the road about a hundred yards away from the old cabin. “That’s it,” said the farmer as she stepped out of his old pickup slamming the door with a clang after him.
The doctor fumbled for her glasses until they arrived upon her nose. “It’s good to be able to see again," the doctor said to herself as she attempted to open the old metal door with no luck.
The old farmer took of his old broad brimmed brown hat and scratched the bald spot on the top of his head as he looked up at the bright blue sky. “Ain’t she a beaut’,” he said to himself as he placed the hat firmly back covering his bald spot. The farmer looked over to see the doctor struggling to open the old pickup door and walked over to assist her. He grasped firmly on the handle and gave the door a good bash with his fist as he pulled it open. “Jus’ gets stuck like that sometimes,” said the farmer and he began to walk towards the old house.
The doctor stepped out of the truck and gave the door a vengeful slam as she examined her surroundings. She took a minute to straighten her hair and stretch a cramp out of her leg before she caught up with the farmer. They came to the ruins of an old log cabin. The logs were rotting and covered in moss and what was left of the un-shingled roof was beginning to cave in. The surrounding pine tree branches grew above the cabin blocking the suns light.
The two stepped up to an old wooden porch which lay a home for several hundred various bugs. Still leaning against the cabin's front were the remains of an old weather-stripped acoustic guitar. “Ol’ Joe wasn’t much of a musician; jus’ lak’ ta keep it leaning there fer the show of it,” the farmer said as he poked at the guitar with the toe of his black cowboy boots.
“I though you said his name was John,” the doctor said questioning.
“Yep, John, Joe, whatever I desides I want’s ta call ‘im,” replied the farmer.
“What happened to him?” The doctor questioned.
“Oh, well…funny thing really. Well…you see, his well dry right up and he did too. Yes funny thing a well dryin’ up in a valley like this one…funny thing,” the farmer said baffling himself as he scratched his head through his hat.
“Oh dear, I almost forgot about the boy,” said the doctor as she remembered why she was there. The farmer and the doctor stepped up to the old door. A gust of ghostly wind blew from the west and the door creaked open welcoming them into the darkness that lay within.
Chapter 2

          Four feet slowly swept across the floorboards causing them to creek. Darkness filled the tiny room, save a little light from the doorway. The eyes of the visitors were nearly blinded as the stepped out of the bright sun and into the darkness. They could not see the pair of tiny eyes that looked toward them, but the eyes did not look at them, rather through them.
The old farmer squinted his ancient eyes in an attempt to find the boy. After his eyes adjusted he saw them, a pair of tiny reflective eyes staring blankly in there direction. “There he is,” the farmer whispered quietly to the doctor while pointing in the boy’s direction.
“I can’t see him,” the doctor said, her eyes not quite adjusted to the darkness. She took of her glasses and attempted to adjust her eyes to the figure in the dark. The doctor’s eyes made out the shadowy figure of a tiny boy sitting motionlessly in the corner. “Ah, yes I see him,” she said as she took a step forward. Her foot hit a loose decaying board; the board gave way sending her foot into an awkward position upon the ground below. “Aah!” She shouted in agony and surprise.
“You a’right mam?” The farmer questioned.
“I seem to have twisted my ankle,” the doctor said painfully. The old farmer came to her assistance and attempted to free her foot from the broken boards which held it captive.
“That’s all right I can handle it,” the doctor said nervously as the old farmer pulled up on her ankle.
“You seem to’ve gott’n it stuck purdy good,” the farmer said as he continued pulling at the doctor’s foot and the loose boards. Eventually the two managed to free her entrapped foot.
The doctor painfully tried to forget about the sprain in her ankle and hobbled over to the boy. Her eyes were now adjusted to the dim light and she could see a little boy sitting down behind the body of his mother. A very peculiar thing caught the doctor’s eye. At first she thought the boy was sitting upon a chair from the way he was sitting, but that was not the case at all; there was no chair but the boy was sitting as if there were. From what the doctor could tell he must have been balancing upon his feet.
“Hello, my name is doctor Terress and this is Mr. Braddock. We’re here to help you,” the doctor gently said to the boy while kneeling at his side, but the boy did not see her. The boy would not see her. The boy could not see her. He did not even acknowledge her presence with anything such as a movement in his eyes.
“It’s like he don’t even see ya,” said the old farmer.
The doctor turned her attention to the boy’s mother and examined her the best she could. “Well, I can’t find any cause of her death in this light. We’ll have to bring her back with us so I can do an autopsy and maybe get someone to identify her, and besides we can’t just leave her here,” The doctor said to the old farmer.
“Yes, I s’pose so,” the farmer replied. “What about the boy? He aint goin’ to like it if we just try ta take ‘im.”
“Well whether he likes it or not, we can’t just leave him here,” the doctor replied. Just then the boy stood up in alarm and coward back against the wall as he stared at the doorway in fright. Both the doctor and the farmer looked at the doorway expecting to see someone, but nothing was there. The boy’s face changed from a look of fright to a look of absolute terror. “What’s the matter?” Dr. Terress questioned, but the boy paid no heed. He covered his eyes with his hands so he need not look upon the horrible sight.
“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” The boy shouted with a tiny timid voice over and over while he began to beat away the pretend demons with one of his hands.
“It’s all right,” the doctor said as she attempted to comfort the boy, but she only succeeded in being batted away with the rest of the ‘demons.’
“Well, what do you suggest we do?” The doctor questioned the old farmer as she rubbed her recently smitten jaw.
“Well, it aint gona be easy bringn’ him home a squirmin’ and hitting like that,” the farmer said as the little boy coward into in to the corner and covered himself with his arms as is he were protecting himself from the awful blows of an unseen enemy. Eventually the boy stopped writhing in pain. He sat up a little and began to cry quietly.
The doctor gazed in a perplexed stupor at the boy. She eventually got a hold of herself enough to respond to Mr. Braddock, “I think I had better sedate him."

Chapter 3

It was a normal day at the North Eastern Mental Health Hospital, if there ever could be a normal day there. The halls were busy with nurses and doctors of all sorts administering to the needs of the patients. The sound of heavy uncoordinated footsteps clapped down a hall in the west end of the hospital. A pair of enormous black leather boots moved awkwardly under a pair of long gangly legs. A pair of large hands held a clipboard cumbered with a mess of disorganized papers. A pair of tired brown eyes wondered aimlessly through the words upon the papers.
Nearby a young nurse and a young doctor were talking in a recently emptied room.
“I don’t know about that Dr. Care,” Betty began.
“I know he seems a bit abrupt but he means well,” Dr. Terress replied as she made a note of something on her clipboard.
“Your not seriously going out with him are you?” Questioned Betty while tucking in the newly cleaned sheets readying the room for the next patient.
“I don’t see why not. Besides that’s my business,” replied the doctor as she began to open the door.
“I’m only trying to warn you as a friend and all I am saying is I don’t know about that Dr. Care. You watch out okay,” Netty said as Dr. Terress backed out of the door into the hall.
A tall gangly doctor was walking awkwardly down the hall not watching himself when Dr. Terress backed right into him knocking him unexpectedly to the floor. His clipboard flew out of his hands scattering papers everywhere. Dr. Terress turned around abruptly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said in shock and began to help the doctor pick up his papers.
The doctor gathered his thoughts. “Not at all. It was my fault. I must apologize for my clumsiness,” the doctor said in a low tone clamoring to find words. The two gathered up the papers. Dr. Terress pushed her classes back in place with her index finger and looked up to hand the doctor his papers as the two doctor’s eyes met.
“Why thank you. I’m Dr. Stone,” said the doctor as he awkwardly reached his hand out for a handshake.
“Nice meeting you Dr. Stone; I am Dr. Terress,” she said as she shook his hand and the two doctors stood up. “Perhaps next time we will meet under better circumstances. Good day doctor.” Dr. Terress began to leave to attend to her daily duties.
“What did you say your name was?” Questioned Dr. Stone nervously.
“Terress, Dr. Marie Terress,” the doctor said her name with a sense of dignity.
“Oh, yes…. Well, it’s funny that I should bump into you. It just so happens you are the person I was looking for.”
“Why is that?” Questioned Dr. Terress.
“I’m here about the boy you found last week.” There was a silence, “The boy that was found in an abandoned barn,” explained the doctor.
“Oh…it was a cabin.”
Excuse me,” Dr. Stone said in confusion.
I found him in an abandoned cabin…or actually a farmer found him,” replied the doctor.
Oh yes…well I was told it was a barn.”
So you’re the specialist the hospital hired for little Timmy,” said Dr. Terress with a bit of excitement in her voice. “I’ll take you to him,” she said as Dr. Stone followed her down the hall.
After a moment of silence Dr. Terress spoke, “I’ve been in charge of him since he arrived last Friday. We found him in an old cabin in the woods about twenty miles north of here siting by the body of his mother talking to the air. According to the coroner the mother died of malnutrition and heat stroke several days before they found him. Tim’s case is unusual; he doesn’t respond to anything around him.  He only responds to what isn’t there. It’s like he is living in a different world.”
Well, I suppose it is my job to get him out of that world,” Replied Dr. Stone.
The thing is you had better get him out soon, because he won’t eat or drink anything. It’s a miracle we’ve got him to stay alive this long, but I suppose the real miracle is even though he won’t eat or drink he still acts as healthy as a horse,” Dr. Terress said.
How is that?” Questioned Dr. Stone.
I don’t know. It doesn’t make any sense really,” replied Dr. Terress as she stopped in front of a door, “He’s in here.” Dr. Terress unlocked and opened the door. She entered the room followed by Dr. Stone.
There in an empty white room Dr. Stone saw Tim for the first time. He was a very small boy and looked to be in between ten and twelve years old. He had pail skin and dark shadows under his eyes. His light brown hair drooped down over his brow and the tops of his ears. The boy looked very undernourished and was as skinny as a rake. His pail blue eyes looked off into nothingness. But the most interesting thing the doctor noticed about the boy was the way he was sitting.
Does he sit like that often…I mean without a chair like that?” Dr. Stone questioned in wonderment.
It’s and odd thing really. He just sits down on the air as if there was a chair there putting all his weight on his feet,” said Dr. Terress as she stared at Tim in amazement.
I’ve never seen anyone do that before,” the doctor said as he examined the precarious position they boy was in.
Either have I. His name is Tim Raves; we kind of nicknamed him Tiny Tim, but I just call him Timmy,” Dr. Terress said.
How did you find out his name? Did you find anyone who could identify him?” Questioned the doctor.
No, in fact we can’t be sure that that is his name, but that is what he said it was,” Replied Dr. Terress.
He told you? I thought he didn’t talk to anyone,” said Dr. Stone in surprise.
Oh no, he didn’t tell us. Like I said he doesn’t react to anything real. He told someone in his world and I just happened to be there listening to there conversation.”
So there are people in his world?” Questioned Dr. Stone.
Oh, that is only the beginning,” replied Dr. Terress.
So what is he doing now?” Questioned Dr. Stone.
He usually doesn’t do much, he’s just waiting. I really haven’t had much time to study him, but I think he thinks he is in prison.” Replied Dr Terress.
How do you figure that?” Questioned Dr. Stone.
Oh, just wait until one of his imaginary friends comes along and listen to their conversations. I’ve got to go and tend to my other patience. In the mean time see if you can figure out how to get him to eat,” Dr. Terress said as she left the room.
Hello Tim,” Dr. Stone said as he bent down to the boy’s eye level, but Time did not see him. “Hello Tim,” Dr. Stone repeated this time waving his hand right in front of the boy’s face, but Tim still did not see him. The expression on Tim’s face grew to one of extreme boredom and he began to tap his finger across an imaginary table where he was seated at his imaginary chair.

Chapter 4

The bright eastern sun beamed through the crisp morning air, down through a tiny window into a dim cell and onto the boy’s face, as he looked into the friendly light and smiled happily.
The door slowly opened, but the sound did not alarm the boy as Dr. Stone entered the room and approached the boy.
“What are you looking at Tim? Are you looking at the sunlight through that window?” Dr. Stone questioned not expecting an answer, but all the while he was perplexed to see the boy seeming to respond to something real.
The boy turned his head to the doctor, not looking at him, but through him. “Light in the darkness,” the boy said to himself, as he turned back around and sat himself down once again on his imaginary chair.
“Is that so Tim,” replied the doctor, but he was only talking to himself as he had been doing for the past two days.
The doctor studied the boy’s face for a very long time. Eventually he noticed an expression like fear come upon him. The boy’s face then took on a more courageous look, as he began to quiver with nervous fright.
“My name is Tim Raves. I will not let you frighten me, and I will not give you my light,” the boy said in a frightened voice.
“I know that, but what do you mean Tim?” The Doctor questioned in frustration.
The doctor left the room to get himself a chair, and when he returned he saw that the look of fright had once again left the boy’s face. The doctor sat the chair next to Tim and stared at him wondering what he should do.
The door creaked open and Dr. Terress entered the room. “You’re still here? You’ve been looking at him for hours. Found anything out yet?”
“I’m not sure, but when I came in this morning he was looking at that window and he said something about the light,” replied Dr. Stone.
“Yes, I remember him doing that before, but that was before we put him in a room with a window,” Dr. Terress replied.
As Dr. Stone looked at the boy sitting upon his invisible an idea struck him. “That’s it! I’ve been looking at this all wrong. The boy won’t respond to anything he hears, anything he see or anything he feels, only what he thinks he does.” The doctor jumped up and gabbed his chair and slowly scooted it under the boy. “What we need to do is communicate with the boy, and if we can’t bring him out of his world then we must go in and get him out.”
A look of perplexity came across Dr. Terress’ face, a look as if she was not sure what the doctor was getting at, but at the same time knowing exactly what he meant. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, but I think the most important thing now is getting the boy to eat something. That’s the one thing I cannot understand; how can the boy still be alive and reasonable healthy if he hasn’t eaten or drank anything since we found him, and who knows how long he’s been like this, in his own little word I mean.”
“Maybe he has,” Dr. Stone replied in a low voice as he studied the boy’s sad drooping face.
“But that’s not possible we haven’t been able to get anything down his throat,” Dr. Terress replied.
“Oh, yes, I suppose that is a bit confusing,” replied Dr. Stone.
“Well, I think I’m going to go grab lunch. Would you like to join me?” Dr. Terress questioned with a slight smile on her face.
“Thank you for the offer but I think I should stay with the boy. There’s something going on with he that were just not seeing,” Dr. Stone replied.
“Suit yourself,” Dr. Terress said, as she left the room closing the door behind her.
Dr. Stone continued observing the nearly motionless boy until he began to doodle with boredom on his clipboard. Then the boy stood up and walked to the eastern wall of the room. He bent down on his hands and knees and began making odd motions from the floor to his mouth with his hands cupped.
The doctor stood up and approached the boy for a closer observation. “What’s that your doing there Tim?” He questioned.
Tim paused for a moment and put his hands back down. He then made a motion as if he had picked something small off his shoulder and held it in his hand. “Would you like a drink my friend?” The boy questioned his hand as he lowered it near the floor. The boy then again cupped his hands and stretched them down to the floor. “The water of life is pure through the light and unto all things it gives life,” the boy said softly as he brought his hands to his lips and emptied the nothingness into mouth swallowing as he did. The boy wiped the spilt nothingness off his chin with one hand and picked up his invisible friend and placed him again on his shoulder with the other. The boy slowly walked back to his chair and sat down again.
“Fascinating,” the doctor muttered as he made note of the time among his doodles. The doctor then ran frantically out of the room and to the kitchen. The doctor searched through the cooking supplies until he found a large metal tray a few inches deep.
“What are you doing?” One of the cooks questioned as he turned around.
“Do you mind if I barrow this tray?” He questioned.
“I suppose, seeing as we have a few extra,” the cook replied.
The doctor set the tray on the floor under the small window on the eastern wall just where the boy had drank the nothingness then filled it with a jug of water.
The doctor observed the boy into the night. The boy finally fell asleep on the floor near his chair after battling the invisible demons he fought every night.

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