Khal's Midnights

Equilibrium of Pi

Note: This is my original idea before the fanfic on my page.

My desk has been full recently.

There are papers everywhere, crumpled, folded, compiled, and just all messed up. I just cleaned it up yesterday.

I'm searching for something that can answer all my questions. No, not just the past, or the future.

I am going to ask you; if you can do any mathematical problems, what will you solve? For me, I will choose pi without no doubt.

I'm Anthony, a highschool student, with the fascination of pi. Everything needs to be approximately 3.14 or 22/7. I want my room filled with circles. Our backyard, which is 9.8596m², that has a squareroot of 3.14, has a slide that looks like pi.

I have a mental disorder that forces me to do things I don't actually want, need, or not required. I only did all of this because of that.

I tried to stand, but I hallucinated that I'm still on the chair, writing something. This happens all the time due to stress. Not finishing things is not a choice though.

I came back to solving. and I realised... no. I'm not looking for the value of pi. I should not be. I should be looking at the mirror. So I did.

It's filled with numbers too. Now I noticed, something is wrong with me. So I called 911.

"I've been writing numbers in anywhere in my room, I'm too stressed, I need rest, can you call a therapist or a psychiatrist for me please? That would be appreciated."

A white vehicle arrived in my house. They looked at my room.

"Why do you did all this?" they asked.

"I don't really know. I need to, because if I didn't, something bad might or will happen."

"You have OCD. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Take a rest from It. We will assign a therapy for solving what the whole...."

I hear muffled voices. I blacked out. And I don't know what happened next. I never woke up anymore.

End