Dementia

Chapter 7

A week had already passed and still nothing on my mom and dad. I was hoping they're busy, didn't want to visit me or already thought of some lame excuse about them not being able to come due to "work and all that". I know they're already ashamed about the news that had spread about their oh, so perfect daughter who is now currently a patient in a mental hospital.

I'll bet they're probably telling my friends and relatives that I went to an elite boarding school or something close that exceeds their high expectations for me.

I've also done some pretty awful things to them in the past so I wasn't exactly surprised about them not showing up to check on me.

I mean, why would they?

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"Do you have any fours?" Aaron asked. We've been hanging out at the lounge room lately since we still weren't allowed outside until tomorrow.

He explained that he couldn't attend the funeral because he had a severe migrane and ended up in one of the rooms while his father took care of him.

"I'm really sorry that he died. He was a good cook. He actually help me adjust when I first visited. I was still a little nervous about the patients here, but he explained that they were good kids, so I calmed down a little bit, and he was right. I especially love the little ones. I read to them once in a while too and help them in school. " He said and paused. "I hope he's happy, wherever he is. Even though we did kinda steal some of his food supply the last time."

We laughed at the memory of the first ever rendezvous we had.

"Go fish." I replied and put my card down.

We continued playing after a while and in the end I obviosuly lost.

"You owe me two dares now!" Aaron said and smirked at me.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'll just keep them until I think of something I want you to do." He winked at me and I slapped him back with my cards

But like the obedient child I am, I agreed and challenged him to another round.

Before I was about to loose for the third time, a nurse called me and said that I need to go back my room.

I said goodbye to Aaron, and followed her up the stairs to my room.

Imagine my surprise when I saw two forty year olds sitting on my bed and examining my room.

"Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?" I asked, still not believing they were here, in Ridgemond.

Maybe I was hallucinating again.

I looked at them one more time. Mom was wearing a plain black blouse and a pencil skirt with her hair in a clean bun, and dad was wearing a suit and looked like he hadn't slept in days. I'm guessing they just got home from a business meeting or something remotely work-related.

"Well, we heard about the terrible news and I was worried so I thought we'd see you." Mom smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Uhhh, thanks." I tried to smile genuinely.