Other autistics will know why I needed to explain that. This story is my story and every autistic, just like every person, is different. I don’t hav... every autistic trait and the ones I do have could be more or less severe than another autistic. If your opinions differ that is ok, this story is about me and my perspective. Me too, like all humans could be wrong, but it is my opinion and my understanding. I think if you read my story to the end you will get a greater understanding of a person. Every two weeks I walk down a frightening hallway. It’s cold, sterile. The walls and floors are icy white, broken only by a few pale blue tiles and safety-orange collapsible rubber doorstops. It could easily be in a horror movie. Or a nightmare – running down an endless hall. It reminds me of the bathroom in the movie Saw, only cleaner. I’m told, however, that this hallway is nothing compared to the one he walks down. The one hw walks down to meet us on the other side of a Plexiglas window. Thantas looked around as she felt the draining effect drop too almost nothing. She stood on somewhat shaky legs, she tried to take a step then gasp as the ground rushed up to meet her face.A moment later Drivas, and Mellos landed next to her helping her to a sitting position. "Damnit Thantas!" Mellos nearly shouted. "What in the hell were you thinking?"Thantas tried to grabbed the front of Mellos shirt as she hissed. "For far too long, these pieces of trash have been feeding off me. I wanted to. Main sofe pe baith gaya jahan uska beta TV dekh raha tha. Bete ko usne bola ke ye washing machine theek karne aaye hai. Aap jao homework karo fir sona bhi hai.Beta chala gaya to main uth ke uske paas gaya kitchen mein. Aur peeche se kamar mein hath daal ke bola aaj bahut kuch theek karunga. Woh hasne lagi aur maine usko kiss kiya. Woh boli main bete ko khana khila ke sula deti hu. Main uske bedroom mein chala gaya aur TV dekhne lag gaya.Woh chai le aayi aur main chai peene laga. Usne kaha khana.