My name is Terrance Durren, I'm 33 years alive. I live on 128 S. Sanford Blvd. My mother's name's Diana Durren, and my father Barney Durren.
I always tell myself these things to remember to never forget where I came from. It's always been a way to keep me grounded, to help keep me stable. Although I know I don't live at Sanford Blvd anymore. It was my childhood home, a place in a now for off distant past or era.
It's a time and place I sometimes wish to return to. The doctors told me when I was turning seventeen that my mind would never be the same again, but that with medication I could still function and live a somewhat normal life.
Diana: So, Dr. Pat, will my son be able to work? Will he be able to live on his own?
Dr. Pat: Mrs. Diana... it's sometimes difficult to predict for one hundred percent certainly how things will turn out. But rest assured ma'am he will be taken care of. I've put him on Seroquel fifty milligrams. Have him take one every morning.
Diana: Okay... thank you Dr. Pat
Dr. Pat: If you have any questions or concerns about the medication or how he reacts to it, don't hesitate to call
Diana: thank you sir
On the drive back home, I would stare blankly out of the window. I always did, even while my mom was harping on me the whole ride.
Diana: Your doctor decided to put you on medication, and I expect you to take it every day. This medicine is meant to help you, and you can no skip doses; the doctor said it's very important that you stay on it and take it consistently as needed
Diana: Terrance, do you understand?
Diana: Do you hear me, are you listening?
Terrance: Yes...
Diana: Did you understand anything that I just said?
Terrance: Yes mom... I heard you
Diana: When we get home, you're to take one and then get started on the dishes
Terrance: Mom... I'm gonna miss the online match, it starts at like three!
Diana: No son you need to do the dishes, you can join your game after; I still have to make dinner. And now I'm behind on my work today because of your little mishap in school today
Terrance: Mom... "sigh"
Diana: I'm sorry Terrance, but you really need to learn to control yourself okay. I really don't want to see you locked up in a psych ward
My life wasn't always like this, my parents tried their best with what they could. I just always felt... different. Like I always had this feeling deep in the back of my mind that everything about the world seemed off.
The day in question I was in my senior year of high school in my history teachers class Mrs. Silvers. She was a nice teacher. I mean i didn't do anything to make her upset, in fact we got along. But she didn't know the deeper levels of myself, nor did I ever dare tell anybody about that side of me.
Mrs. Silvers: Alright... Uechum! Excuse me! Settle down class! Okay, so today we will be going over notes and expanding on yesterdays lesson... and there will be a quiz today sometime in class so please study while you can
Rodnie, the only friend I had been able to make in school was sitting behind me. We always passed notes back and forth especially if there was an upcoming quiz. This day was no different. However, something unexpected happened.
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Enervation
General FictionTerrance Durren a young man in his early thirties finds himself locked up in a psych ward. Although he's not alone, his three friends Harry, Chuck, and Mort accompany him. Meanwhile Terrance finds himself losing grip of reality, take the psychologi...
