Blessing in Disguise

Prologue: Alice Dillon & Him

"He's in there. He wants to talk to you." Before his final breath? He's inside and I can't help him. He's going to face his death and this conversation might be our last.

The pain and burden of this being a possible last conversation felt heavy upon my shoulders.

I had always been stubborn which also caused this incident. 

If I could go back in time. I wish I hadn't met you. I wish I hadn't change my solid frozen heart. I wish you didn't have to suffer. I wish I didn't had to feel everything...... but that would be lying and you hate lies. I still remember that...... you were this way even when we were young. 

It all began as nothing and fate did the rest.

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My name is Alice Dillon. The patient inside is someone I love. He is someone I've known for a very long time. Our first meeting was back in high school.

When things were complicated and adolescence was a puzzle even Albert Einstein couldn't solve.

I was a normal kid to a pretty ordinary family .... until fate played one of the biggest joke ever.

My parents divorced when I was young and you know what they say "That shit can really damage a kid".

During that hurtful period, I had my sisters. Both older than me but when the separation happened, my eldest sister went with my mother and I was left with my second eldest sister and Dad. That was the first time I realized love never last.

When two people lose their flame, it will never be the same.

My parents had those "switch child" thingy every summer. I would go to my mothers for two weeks with my second eldest sister and come back with both sisters for three weeks.

My eldest sister would leave after that but that didn't last long either.

I was seven when my second eldest sister left me, I don't quite remember her face but people say we look alike. She ran away from our "Home" with her oh-so-fabulous-who-was-obviously-better-than-us boyfriend.

We all took it hard with late night cryings and mornings with puffy eyes. She was 15 and my eldest sister was 20. That was when dad and mom fought their last argument and they blamed each other.

I came to a conclusion that the reason was me.

Father showed me more love and gave my older sister much more pressure. I guess i was always the favourite. He said that she was the oldest at home, that she ought to be more studious and good.

Mother praised me and scolded her more....again. Said that she was the oldest at home, she shouldn't misbehave. But she was never what they said.

But I loved her.

She never hated me or so I thought. She prefered the freedom more I guess. She wanted to be away from me so she left. How awfully sad is that to hear?

If dad and mom had given their time to her instead, the idea might have never popped up in her head.

That was the second time I realized love never last. People leave eventually.

After that incident, mom and dad never talked nor did they allow the summer switch. I had lost all contacts with my mother and sisters.

Without any proper female guidance, I lived with my dad. Dad was a business worker, usually never home but we had a monthly father daughter bonding day. Rare moments...

Usually a face-to-face talk session with him and every summer we go traveling for a week.

I wouldn't say we were close but we would know when one of us were feeling down. It was something between us and I liked it that way. He knew when to give me space and besides he also gave me lots of freedom... a teenager's "dream", I know.

I was a bookworm back then.The smart-ass with straight-As. I liked talking with people but I enjoyed my time alone too. I was only class-popular not really all the rage with the other homerooms, and I was fine with that.

I didn't want too much attention.

Sadly to announce, I used to smoke but I stopped just before graduation. 5 years of harming my lungs but you see, worthy of Augustus Waters to give me the whole "Metaphor in action" thingy.

Everything changed when I met someone who changed my life.

I had three best friends. Tyron James, Milan Gurung and Jane Bacon. Tyron, Ty loved girls.... If you know what i mean. Known for his looks, he was ranked top 3 in the "Player" list in Anderson High School, my high school.

Milan, Mil loved fun. He should literally marry fun. Jokes were his hobby. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. He was top 5 in the "Most Handsome" list while Tyron top 4.

Mil always argued top 4 and 5 were literally the same level but Tyron would just shrugged. I dated Ty in my first year of high school but we both agreed our feelings were just mutual friendship.

Jane, JB was my best girlfriend. She had outstanding performance and was a goody two shoe. She studied in Rosemary Girl's College. A prestigious school. People envied her but it was because didn't know about her abusive father.

Fortunately, her dad wasn't always home when she was so the abusing was only around once a month maybe more if their paths ever crossed. Mrs. Bacon loved her husband so she couldn't help her own child.

We tried helping but she was scared and for her sake, we kept quiet. Mil was my childhood friend and we were the closest.

Btw my childhood friend is Nepalese and I find it fascinating when he starts rapping Nepalese or in other words speaking in his language. They speak rather fast.

I met the other two during freshmen year. It's still a mystery how I became best friends with an idiotic guy called Mil, my ex Ty and a sweet troubled girl JB.

Before high school though, I fell for a jackass. His name was...... Tim? Timothy? Tom?Oh yeah, It was Terrible Terrance. Tumor in short because everyone hates tumors.

He was the best looking guy in my elementary school. He was my school's heartthrob and he stole my heart. He was my first love.

I used to think that love was when you feel something at the pit of your stomach that i can't quite put my finger on... Oh yeah... the feeling of puking. And that is what Tumor made me feel. I was simply blinded by his looks.

He cheated on me with a bitch named Susan. That was the third time I cried alone in my bedroom every night for a week or two. I had no one to talk to, lost contacts with mom and sisters, didn't have a close girl friend to talk to at that time and dad and Mil were guys.

I found it difficult to talk to guys about that. Similar to the first two situation, I realized I should never take "love" seriously because it disappears from you, leaves you and betrays you.

Then came puberty, I was blessed with a pretty fit body. Mil changed too. He grew taller, shoulders widen like a professional swimmer has and of course the adam's apple. I started to gain a bit of a popularity which reminds me that was the first time I came across him.

Second year when we were having an opening ceremony, I met him.  

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