Fade in fade out,
The tables have turned,
Remain in doubt.
The words ring in my head over and over. Uh oh. We are here. We are at the hospital. I don't need to be here. I don't have mental issues like they say. I'm perfectly normal. Nothing is wrong with me.
"Troye Sivan?" That was the nurse calling me in. Great. Now they can make up more lies about me and my "condition".
After sitting, answering questions, and more sitting the doctor comes in.
"Okay, Troye, I have your diagnostics." He states.
"So?" I reply blandly.
My mother elbows me and smiles towards the doctor.
"Troye, you have a disease, a permanent disease. It is very rare. Like one in ten million." He says to me.
I feel my eyes widen and my mother on the edge of her chair.
"Excuse me?" She says, simply thinking she misheard.
"Yes, Troye has this disease called OAI. His imagination displays vivid, everyday images, like day dreams, that he sees as real and he acts upon these dreams as if it is real. I believe that he cannot tell the difference between real life and his day dreams at times. Like I said, it is extremely rare, so, there is no known cure." The doctor astounds my mother and I.
Instead of arguing, I stand up and excuse myself from the room. I walk up and down hallways thinking. My imagination is a disease?
After what feels like hours of wandering a nurse leads me back to the room my mother is in. I sit down quietly and politely.
The doctor discusses medications and symptoms of this disease I supposedly have. He talked about how medication may not help since OAI is so rare. I guess that is accurate, since only like one in one hundred million have it. I wander who else has it? Do they believe the doctor's lies? Are they suffering from this?
"Troye, let's go." I faintly hear my mother say.
"Coming mother, I'll be right there." I answer her with a wavering voice.
I walk over to the desk with her. The woman sitting at the desk hands my mother a packet of papers that I swear look old and dusty.
"Here is a list of symptoms that may occur and things that may help your son. There is also a hospital's information. They take people in to stay and make observations to see if they can be helped any further." The nurse says speedily.
"Thank you." My mother says and walks off. I follow quickly behind.
We get in our car and drive home I assume. I take the packet of papers and begin reading.
"Symptoms may vary. Symptoms include suicidal thoughts or actions," Oh, hell. "weak body, unknown surroundings, nausea, and may cause hyperventilation." Well, I'm screwed. I'll probably die a slow painful death. Stop it! Stop worrying.
"Sweetie?" That's mother.
"Yes?" I reply.
"We are home are you going to come inside?" She looks concerned.
"Oh, yes." I must have been sitting there like an idiot.
I walk inside behind my mother. The rest of my family is already sitting at the dinner table. My mother lets me decide if I want to join or not. I don't. I walk to my room and lie down.
It has been a long day. I mean, I figured I had mental problems but this? OAI? What does that even stand for? Why me, out of like a million people, me? I have more questions than the sky has stars.
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So, yep. First chapter. Hope you guys like it! Vote/Comment! Let me know your opinion! K, bye loves!
_Taylor_
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Pain Defines Us (Troye Sivan)
Dla nastolatkówA young teenage boy has discovered he has a very rare disease. It fills him with pain and uncertainty. He questions what is real. It affects his mind and actions.
