Mental Coping

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"I killed them," I said, "Both of them."

"Rick," said John, "Lets go find his brother and sister; he needs sometime alone."

My head was spinning with the discovery and the pain it brought. "I killed them both"

Then I thought "What is wrong with me; there must be something wrong." My mind as racing a million thoughts a minute.

"To make me kill both of my parents there must be something wrong with me."  

"Wait what exactly did I do."

"I killed them." 

"No more specific"

"I killed both of my parents"

"and yet the policemen didn't arrest you for murder"

"They must be crazy too"

"No, otherwise they would have done somethig odd."

"but if there is something wrong with me I would not be able to tell what is normal or odd"

"even if there is something wrong with you your logic must be intact for you to tell that something is wrong"

"so there must not be something wrong with me

"no that's not true because logic doesn't govern all actions"

"okay then what is happening; what is making me do this"

"you must be in acute emotional shock. That will make you generate high levels of adrenaline which makes your heart pump overly fast. It raises your blood pressure to unsafely high levels which may burst the blood veins in your body and cause internal hemorrhaging. Which leads to"

"death, but that may not happen due to my body being used to high blood pressure during swim practice"

"you could also be killed by your asthma even though it is mild. High heart rates simulate extreme exercise so that will trigger it"

"Again swimming lets me be used to extreme exercise"

"Not with high amounts of dust and pollen in the air because the particles in the air are made heavier by the moisture in the air. That makes them fall into the water of the pool."

"And the particles make the asthma harder for my body to deal with, but wouldn't I be able to just use my inhaler"

"normally yes, but you aren't able to move properly right now since your entire body has been numbed by your AES and the adrenaline will heighten your strength and speed beyond normal levels"

"So I wont be able to get it and use it properly since I can't know if I am moving properly"

"Unless you can see your body parts, yes"

"and thustly that removes the option to physically move"

"exactly."

"So I have to sort everything out in my head"

"Yes"

"What do I have to do"

"Well since you can't trust your emotions because of your AES you skip the the Kubler-Ross model of grief. You must have descended into your your mind to try and find something to calm yourself down and keep yourself from descending into the lethal levels of your ailments."

"so how long do I have"

"Based on the severity of your asthma you had twenty minutes but you have spent ten of those minutes figuring out what is happening."

"and for the last five minutes I will not be breathing, so I will be suffering from oxygen depriviation. So my brain will not be functioning properly, if it even is right now."

"Yes, So right now I have to figure out what is stressing me out."

"Well that's pretty obvious."

"Yup, I killed both of my parents."

"So, now what is the only thing that would help you?"

"Knowing that I didn't kill them."

"Well that is a tall order there."

"I didn't say that they had to be alive."

"I just said that I had to not be the one who did."

"So I need to find someone or something to blame. Okay, what happened to my parents to cause them to die."

"They attacked you, and tried to hurt your family. "

"What caused them to attack me?"

"Something made them, and it seems that this thing has a few symptoms that we know of."

"Yes, there are currently three that I know of: increased aggression, gray-green skin, and shutting down of portions of the brain."

Author's note: I'm unable to continue this story I have lost all of my planning work on this piece. Thank you for understanding.


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