9 Dementia Diagnosis (2/2)
Wait, I've been asleep for a week already? And what unknown whereabouts are they talking about? Did they seriously think that they are alive somewhere? Then a voice suddenly came into my head in some sort of telepathy and answered, ”Glad you found out”. That voice, however, I recognized immediately to be Lacrimosa's who was standing by the window with a sarcastic smile.
”Ahem. Thank you for the offer Gramma. I will without a doubt accept your kindness.”
”Well then. I sure am glad to hear that.”
Having said that, the elderly then turned away and opened the door.
”I'll be waiting outside.”
”Yes ma'am!” the three intrusive men answered.
As the person who claimed to be my grandma took her leave, the doctor then began examining me and my status quo while the three police officers started bombarding me with unfathomable questions as to what happened that night. I decided to state nothing but the truth and the truth alone, as lying would likely improve nothing.
Yet they did not believe anything that I said. Worst is that the doctor even diagnosed me to have ”Dementia” as my mental state was deteriorating from their perspectives.
Furthermore, I found out that my entire household was then deemed ”Missing” as they neglected the truth that I spouted, saying that they were killed by the same person. And the news of a rich aristocratic family gone missing grazed the headlines for almost a week and a half, but Grandma did all on her power to keep me away from the media's glares...
So they really find my statements implausible huh... Well, after all, the fire from the summon of Lacrimosa was so potent that it did not even leave a minuscule trail of blood that could have served as a piece of blatant evidence... A top-caliber cremation indeed.
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Years came and go from that moment on. Each day passed by quickly with every bit of natural insignificance.
As for the rest of my early youth and middle school years, I preferred to utilize it at my own pace, distancing myself from anyone who dares to penetrate the social walls that I built, reading argumentative whatnots from both famed and unknown antediluvian philosophers. I wanted to be alone, as it was befitting for someone like me who has lost a part that makes a human, a ”mere human”. I am, at any means apart of the flock. I have lost the ability to feel those emotions... Emotions that are proven integral for one to continue its survival. Well, it's not like I wanted them anyway.
True. I do not deserve the right to feel such trivial heart-felts and yet neither did I want them. If they subsist only to drag me down, it's better to let go. I can move forward without them and heck, this would be the first in history that someone will tread his foot into the colorful paths of the world, feeling monochromatic inside.
I am now on the verge of legal age. I lived with my grandma who took care of me as if I was of her own, and is the same person who owned the hospital where I woke up from, although she began to worry about my ”emotionless” facade that I showed from time to time, as I was having difficulties from smiling alone. She also made me go through a lot of therapies as one of her top doctors exclaimed that I have developed Severe Antisocial Personality Disorder, which I can't deny.
The old lady also took care of the businesses and corporations my father left upon his death, but this time, no profit is to be earned as she will give everything that it earns to the masses as a sort of public service. Nothing changed that much and the clock-like symbol on my hand stayed the same as it was that night, explicitly saying that nothing in my story had improved or retrograde.
Furthermore, nothing was new from that point on, except that I have a goddess as a friend (Albeit, I don't know if she considers me as one, but fair enough) and Dementia as an excuse to skip school for at least twice a week.
Oh, and after tomorrow, another disparaging and boring academic year is about to commence with nothing on it but unessential lessons you can palpably live without. Yet sad to say, we are hell-bent to do it, as it is a mad world we currently live in, and to walk around in endless and ubiquitous circles is the ”best” thing to do, because in any endeavor to alter a sacrosanct or a paradigm would be against the norms, and you'll pay a hell of consequences, from this judgmental and overseeing society, full of minds set to serving mediocrity.
No, I did not mean to rhyme that.