Chapter-1
And yet another day, I find myself standing facing my mum's door, breathing heavily. My hand reaches toward the doorknob; I know it'll not make any sense; I'll just be stressing her. She hasn't thought very highly of me anyway since my last consultation. I turned and started walking to my room. It's so annoying, I don't feel like living, yet I have to, for her. I don't hate her, but I'm bitter sometimes. Can't she let me go? She really must be scared of living on her own.
"Sylvester? What is it, sweetie?"
It's this tone of hers; she's freaking out; she's panicky, yet this pretentious sweet tone of hers, only to make me feel she's okay and everything else is, too. But nothing's remotely okay. I'm tired, and I'm so lost.
I turn to face her.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Is it the new meds?"
Her frowned eyebrows and motherly smile are a terrible combination. I want to sneer and scream at the top of my lungs; it's not the meds, it's me, something is wired very wrongly inside of me, and that stupid doctor can't diagnose a thing; these meds are not doing a damn thing.
"Maybe."
"You want me to stay beside you? We can play paradox", her tone getting sweeter with every sentence.
"No."
I continued walking to my room. I know mum continues to look at me, the smile getting fainter and the frown getting deeper. I want to smash the door, but I know that'll freak her out even more.
"Is she still standing there?" I wondered.
I looked at the clock; it was 3:17 a.m., and she'll wake up at 6:00 a.m.
"Good job, buddy. You're more pathetic than I thought."
I shut my eyes just because I couldn't shut my brain.