Silenced Mind

Chapter 1

AU Note: It's been a long time since I've written anything. Ewan ko lang kung may magbabasa nito pero it doesn't matter, gusto ko lang isulat masyado akong nainspire sa Spoken Word Poetry ni Neil Hilborn which is entitled 'OCD'. I don't have OCD so I can be wrong in my interpretation. Anyway, this isn't fun and light. Also, second person point of view ito just to warn you kasi some people don't really like reading 2nd person POV. If you're one of those don't read this. I'm still bad at third person narration. This also wouldn't be long, I hope matapos ko to no matter what.

Disclaimer: The poem isn't mine. It's written by Neil Hilborn.

The first time I saw her...
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I'm thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.

Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.

You arrived exactly 9 minutes before the class starts. You went to your usual sit, third row just beside the window. You took out your book first, then your notebook. Then you took out your different colored pens and placed them exactly one inch apart, and waited for the class to start.

You like odd numbers. You like exact, precise numbers. You also like order. You like cleanliness. You like scrambled egg for breakfast during Mondays. You like finishing books during Saturdays. You like walking your dog around the park during Sundays.

There are a lot of things you like that many people don't understand. In your mind, it's fine, cause there's also a lot of things about people you don't understand.

You know you're different. You're mom says you're special. As you grow old, you realize being special doesn't always mean it's good. Being special doesn't make you feel like Harry Potter who can do magic with a wand. Being special sometimes means being alone and being called names that aren't yours.

It should bother you, being ostracized for something you could never control. But it doesn't, cause your head is already preoccupied by a lot of things. Like, did you close the líght of your bedroom? Did you lock the door? Did you wash your hands? So no, you don't bother thinking about what others think cause there's always so much to think about anyway. At the end of the day, you just live your life the way you know how just like anybody else, however different that may be.

"Class, before we start, I'd like to introduce our new trasfer student, Dennise. Would you like to introduce yourself?"

When you saw her, your mind went quiet. The first thing you noticed was her smile. You fixate on her smile and decided that you like how straight her teeth are. You also liked her perfectly ironed uniform and her shiny black school shoes. You don't usually like new students, cause new means change. But there's something different about her. You decided, this time you don't mind.

"I'm Dennise Michelle Lazaro. I like volleyball and food. So don't ever try stealing my food That's all you need to know." she said candidly that earned a couple of laughs from your classmates.

"Okay, take the empty sit beside Alyssa on the third row."

Anxiety blooms inside your chest when he mentioned your name. The sit next to you had always been vacant. Students tend to sit near their friends, it's just normal not to have anyone beside you since you don't have one.

You glanced at her when she took a sit. She looked at you, smiled and waved.

You smiled back, the anxiety slowly faded and got replaced by something you haven't felt before. You don't know what it is, but it isn't bad. You glanced back at her and noticed a pin badge on her bag.