Officer Dangus is oblivious to Miss Smith's obsessive love for him which blossomed since he had saved her from the bullies in Highschool. Despite that, they kept in contact in hopes of rekindling something new. Even after a decade.
When they reunit...
Miss Bernese Smith I'm constantly fighting battles in my head. One would think I was talking about my never ending train of thoughts belittling myself, but no. Not in this case. I'm special. Or so I've been told multiple times by my elders—especially Grandma Rachel who held a great place in my heart.
For that, I may or may not have stuck to the idea of being different. It is also why I believe I deserve the world. And why I naturally detest those that try to turn mine upside down.
"Bernee, don't forget to bring your pills to school. You ought to follow the doctor's prescription..." My grandfather nagged. He wore a white button up shirt as always, his tan skin marked with evident wrinkles. Putting down his previously waggling finger, he scratches his greying mustache.
Ah yes, I moved in with my grandparents shortly after my parents ran out on me. They discovered.....my unconventionality and dipped south almost immediately. I didn't really mind though, my grandparents were cool. They preferred I address them by their first names as Colonel says and I quote, "I don't want to be reminded that I'm not born yesterday..." He never fails to crack me up.
Rachel uses the rolled up newspaper in her hands to whack Colonel, feeling the need to retort, "Yes, yes. You've consistently reminded her, my dear. Go back to take your old man nap before your limbs give out on you..."
Colonel stands from the armchair on shaky limbs, pushing up his glasses and huffing under his breath, "I give up, Rach. The tew of yew are too insufferable!"
Fighting the strong urge to burst out laughing, I fled the house with the motivation of seeing one man and one man only. It was none other than him. Doris J. Dangus...
I openly admired his charming personality and always watched him from afar, seeing as he was easily recognizable wearing his favorite pair of shades. I wonder if he was staring at me from behind those lenses...
Hugging my books to my chest while keeping my gaze locked onto him, I suddenly felt a large figure shoulder bump me. I stumbled on my back with the weight of my backpack and textbooks holding me down. The books ended up scattered everywhere and worst of all, my glasses which my hands were desperately scrambling to find for were not intact on my face. Seriously? In front of him...
Finally locating my glasses and securing them back onto my face, I looked up to none other than Clarissa Smith—my own sister grinning wickedly at me. Next to her with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist was Dave, or David Seville. My ex. She had made it her mission to antagonize me when she found out Dave liked me before her, the "better" sister.
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Clarissa tauntingly whistles at my state and announces, "Well isn't it Bipolar Bernese...haha" Dave looks between the both of us, oblivious to the tension like the silly guy he is and decides to entertain her. "That's right fellas...!!!" He yells at the audience that formed from our exchange.
Trembling in both shame and fear, I clenched my teeth and tried to recall my therapist's words. Breathe in and out. Yes, breathing exercises. One....two.....three....... I loosen my deadly grip of my fists and remarked, "I don't have a bipolar disorder. I have a dissociative identity disorder, which you would have known had you not left with our parents." There, I dropped the bomb.
Silence. Almost a suffocating silence. I could hear judgmental murmurs from the crowds making me feel uneasy. It was true. I was professionally diagnosed when I was six. From time to time, I could feel my other personas resurfacing and making themselves known to the world. Things could've been easier but I had already met them in my mind. I had a total of three personalities.
First, there was Howie. She was the reason I kept my hair short. She was the most unbearable of them all. She had poor hearing abilities and was unhappy at all times, finding many things to complain about when she resurfaced. Her vocabulary commonly consisted of Oi, ah, hello, people which made it easy to identify which persona I was.
Next, there was Elsie. It was almost as if she carried a second obsessive compulsive disorder considering how much she liked making sure everything was arranged and organized to her likings. She demands for things to go her way, and throws meaningly consequences at people who try crossing her. Her hobby was following strict rules.
Lastly, there was Yam. He had the silliest name for obvious reasons. He was the least insufferable since he only has eyes for food. His mind drones off to lunch, dinner, breakfast, supper, brunch....you name it. But don't let his sloppy exterior fool you, his selective hearing activates when he is bored of talking to you. He also has hypocritical tendencies although actions speaks louder than words.
I snap back to reality feeling a buzz in my ear. Clarissa scrunches her face in confusion, not knowing the difference and scoffs. That was when I knew the temporary ruckus was over. She saunters off smugly, convinced she had the upper hand.
While the crowd disperses, I notice a looming shadow approaching in the trees. I'd recognize that figure anywhere. Doris awkwardly scratches the back of his head and offers a hand, "Do you need help?"
