Our eyes see and record every memory that goes on in life. A blog that writes short stories, motivation quotes, blogging tips, and positive vibes. The world is becoming insane. It gets increasingly violent, with wars, economic recessions, political power obsession, the deaths of innocent people, earthquakes, viruses, and disease. It may seem to be the end of the world, yet life carries on as long as the planet continues to rotate, and we are still breathing. I told myself last year that I would publish a blog article every week to keep the momentum going. However, things have lately altered as a result of several important priorities. And, as I write my second blog entry of the year, I have a nightmare. Everyone has one or more things they want to avoid in their life, whether it's people or events. We've been fighting this virus together for two years. I didn't want to get infected with the coronavirus at all. This could happen to anybody, including me. I recently tested p
My real father died because of unexplainable diseases. In the year 1990, a year after my father died, my mom worked at a store organised by Fresso's company. It's a company run by a big family. When Mr Fresso saw my mother, they get really close until they both were so into each other. I was 15 years old that year. Big enough to wonder something isn't right.
The following year, my stepfather married my mom, my mom gave birth to my twin stepbrother in the next year. I don't felt welcome in this family, I don't know, but there was a hatred inside my heart. So, for about 5 years, I've been trying to live with that families, and in my 20s years, I finally stepped out from that family, lived my own life, and searched for my own path.
My stepfather never stop me from doing anything; he just let me do whatever I want as long as I didn't bother him. Don't even mention his parent, the one I supposed called my grandparent. They never talk to me, not even once have a glance at me. So, I hated it; I hate them. The day I set my foot out from that place was my most enormous freedom ever.
About 5 years later, I was set back to go back to that family, but this time, I had my own goals and purpose on why I'm going back to that place. I heard that they something inside this house of Fresco's families. Something had happened since the '80s.
I was going to do an investigation from this family, something they hide inside that house for almost decades. I had a dream about this house. The basement was filled with cold and tears, and I heard people whisper and scream for help. They were evil. When I secretly entered that small door and carefully opened it, I saw many people wearing white colour cloth, and I saw my grandparent standing there like they were leading a ceremony.
On that day, while I was in the basement, I heard footsteps were walking near me, and I heard someone shouting, "someones is here!" I run as fast as I can to get out of there; I thought it was my last day seeing the world as I fainted.
I don't know how that happened, but then, here I am right now, facing you.
Those frescos did something to me, doctor, they did something to me!
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| Ben stopped talking and looking into my eyes. |
I stop writing and clicks on the pen, and asking,
How are you, Ben? Are you feeling okay right now?
Never felt better. And Ben continued, I wish my family gone!
Here is your medicine. I said.
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| I am Dr Samuel. |
I am Dr Samuel, and right now, I am treating a patient named Ben. Ben is 20 years old; he is my patient diagnoses with Schizophrenia and had tremendously attempted to hurt himself and others for the past 5 years. His parent took him to this hospital when he was 18 years old, with the same story he been telling me every day; you'll never believe what he did for the past years ago.
All of his story trying to convince everyone that he is innocent, but there was more than what he was telling us every day was a lie. There was a twisted story lies on his tongue. The result of his hallucination and God's knows what happened to that person who he claimed to hear whispering in the basement.
The secret he's been kept by himself, maybe there was more in the basement, That the darkest secret he's been lying to people, his death of his real dad was one of the darkest secrets he kept. Hopefully, what he was telling is just that; it's horrified.
Disclaimer: These posts are a work of fiction based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locale, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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