My brother Xander is in the hospital.
Monday, Feb. 21, 2005 7:28 am
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He freaked out on Saturday. Also on Friday, Thursday, and Wednesday.
You see, on Wednesday he took his driving test and got his license. He was so happy, so excited. You might even say giddy. He immediately wanted to borrow my mother's car and go out.
She said no.
He isn't on her insurance and he's not very trustworthy and this is the nicest car she's ever had.
She told him to be patient, because we were giving him our (other) car in two weeks. Its a 92 Saturn, and James was planning on buying a new car anyway.
But he couldn't wait.
On Thursday, he started again.
He wanted to drive her car. It went on all afternoon and evening. After my mother and Benny went to bed, Xander continued to rampage through the house. He screamed, he yelled, he burst into Benny's room every few minutes to wake him up. He burst into my mother's room and screamed at her.
Finally, he went to bed.
Friday, he started again. He screamed he yelled, he rampaged through the house. I had Benny come over, and after he told me what was going on I told my mother he was staying with me for a while.
At around four in the afternoon, my mother called me crying. Xander had stolen her car keys. She chased him into the driveway, where he sat in her car with the doors locked. He told her he was going to drive. She told him she'd call the police and report the car stolen. So he let her get in the car with him, and he drove to his friend's house. Along the way, he began to drive crazy. HE sped up and swerved into oncoming traffic. He sideswiped other cars, saying, "Do you like that mom, do you like that?"
He nearly got into several accidents.
When they arrived at his friend's house, Xander told my mother that he hated he and would like to kill her.
Saturday morning he called and apologized. He cried. HE was so sorry and he loved her, would she come get him.
He came home, and began it all again. My mother couldn't take anymore, she was so depressed, so we took her out to breakfast. We then followed her home, so Benny could get some things. They went in the house and we waited in the car. My mother came to the door and motioned us to come inside. She told us to look in her bedroom.
There was a butcher knife sticking out of her mattress.
Xander had ripped up a bunch of my mother's things, wrote her a nasty note, and stabbed a butcher knife through his temporary license and into her bed. On her side.
She was scared. She didn't want to call the police. So I called them. This was too much. He went to far.
They came, and we had a choice of juvenile detention, or a psych evaluation. My mother chose the latter.
So they took him to the hosiptal, and put him in a temporary room in the ER while they are waiting for a bed at the Pyschiatric hospital. And he is still in that little room, waiting.

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