Mania.

Chapter 5 - DAY 04

Chapter 5 – DAY 04

“Why are we doing this anyway? Like recounting every detail of each day. We can just already jump on Sunday’s log?” I asked.

            “Mr. Ricks, I as a psychiatrist, oh, let’s just use medical doctor for you not to be conscious,” she smiled. “I do believe in the connection of ever part of a whole. Let’s say in a human body, one works because of the other. So on and so forth,” she answered.

            “So?”

            “So, as for human memory, finding the missing parts is essential to complete the faculty.”

            I don’t understand what she’s talking about.

            “So if you would want to continue,” she said while giving me a creepy smile.

            I felt chills on my spine. “Wha-wha-whatever.”

            I opened my bag and looked for some notes on my book.

            “Oh, Chemistry class. We were doing some experiment on the lab. It was about mixing onions and some chemicals and stuff to expose the starch of the onion.”

            “I remember that experiment. We also had that when I was still a student,” she leaned her two elbows on her desk and rests her head on her two hands.

            Like how many years ago?

            “Two decades ago,” she answered.

            How did she hear that sarcastic question I just said at the back of my head? Is this woman for real?

            “Please, continue.”

            I breathed heavily. “Last Thursday, Robert is still absent. He is supposed to be my partner for the lab, but he ditched me. So I ended up pairing with Jessica.”

            “Who’s Jessica?” she asked.

            I blushed. I can’t even say it.

            “Psychology,” her eyes focused on me.

            I think she already knew who Jessica was. She’s my crush ever since elementary.

            “Lucky day,” she smiled while writing something on the paper.

            I couldn’t disagree with her. Sometimes, Robert’s absence can be good.

            “Then? What happened next?”

            “In Arts class. We did shadings. Luis, my only classmate in that class, borrowed a number two pencil because he lost his.”

            He gestured me to continue.

            “The class ended and I actually forgot to take my pencil back from Luis. I rushed to the cafeteria because I fear that my favorite lunch set will be gone.”

            I sounded like a child saying what happened in school to his mother.

            “Lunch is over. My English class will be next and I still have a long way to walk.”

            “Are there any more important events at school?” she asked.

            I can say she’s bored from my story. Well, at least if I were her and she was me, I would feel the same way too.

            “Nah. It’s just a boring lecture from Mr. Smith. Then, some surprise quiz in French class,” I answered.

            “Then, what happened after school?” she asked without looking at me.

            “I went straight home. I actually made a call for Robert’s house. I am just wondering why he didn’t attended school last Tuesday and last Thursday,” I took a gulp of water.

            “Her mom answered the phone. She probably just got home from work. I asked her about Robert. She said that Robert hasn’t come home yet since Tuesday. She thought that Robert will go to school last Tuesday morning.”

            “Then?”

            “Then, she said that she is about to call me but she don’t know my number. She thought I know something about her son’s whereabouts.”

            “Took her so long to look for her own son. Inconsiderate,” she said to herself but I still heard it.

            How can a doctor who have studied and follows certain ethics can say that in front of me?

            I talked immediately to avoid any awkward silence.

“She asked me things like when did her son last talked to me. I answered all of her other questions. Then, my dad whispered to me that he needed to make some phone calls. So, I told Robert’s mom that I would give her an update if Robert makes contact with me. I heard her sobbing before I hung up the phone.”

I began wondering where Robert is now.

            “As I was about to sleep that day, I became worried of Robert’s condition. What if something bad happened to him? Thinking of my best friend made me drifted away to sleep.”

            I emptied the half-full glass of water. I felt thirsty just by telling that story.