Can We Not Be Sad

Chapter One: Alexander

It is a hot bright summer day, the last ones at least. And I find it quite terrible.
Summer is about to end and school is about to start but I still find it terrible.
Just thinking about the pesky moments of being clustered in with a bunch of peculiar children gives me the chills.  Yeah, like I'm no weirder.

 My name is Alexander Walker, I am a fifteen-year-old; Quirky dude with a medium-sized mole at the left corner of my lip.

Which is, in fact, the only charismatic thing about me. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).

So basically five people live inside of me. But of course, I can't forget that three other people who live with me.

I live with My mom and dad; Mr. And Mrs. Park and my dog Bailey, A Golden Retriever that I got five years ago for Christmas.

He is playful but a little bit too curious.

I think of him as a brother since I am the only Homosapien child below 18 in this house.

 We are currently thirty-five minutes late to a private therapy session I have scheduled today but, since Mom and Dad are taking forever and I have a useless drivers license with a lonely car in the garage I will just wait quietly in the car.
A  2016 Toyota RAV4 that oddly matched every single one of dad's suits.
Which is quite strange considering that fact that dad's suits and ties never really match fascinates me. 

Unlike most families, my parents are too overprotective.
I remember this the time when we went to the pool and I forgot my sunscreen.
My skin was fried like a barbeque seasoned potato chip. And after that, we never went to the pool again and it's been eleven months since then.
But, there is not much to argue about.
I never really like swimming in the first place. just knowing that Being in a pool of chemicals that could possibly kill you if swallowed.
(not like it's likely to happen) does not fall into my rulebook of survival.
I mean to survive thou must want to survive.

But, of course, if this was to be said about high school I pretty much wouldn't want to survive.
Not that I couldn't but rather that I just wouldn't, it just goes without saying.
Either way, most things go without saying we just don't realize it till the end.

      Which is pretty ironic because most people tend to just go with saying which is sometimes really irrelevant.

Mom and dad finally arrive after a long ten minutes they took to get ready added to the other thirty-five we already wasted and adding that to the next five minutes it takes us to get there it will make us late by fifty minutes the second latest I have ever been to any sort of activity as you may call it. 

The first being that I was late for my birthday party which is pretty crazy I mean, my birthday you may ask but I didn't really care. 

The sounds of balloons popping one by one; hated it. 

The uncomfortable tight birthday hats; hated it. 

The annoying birthday song used in every single birthday party which still sounds annoying even in any different language; hated it too. 

There are lots of things I don't specifically.
One thing I didn't hate about my birthday parties was that none of my friends came.
Like I had any at that time even up until now. I knew they weren't coming anyway.
It's not that they didn't know they just didn't want to come as always.
So, I hide in the dog house for hours with Bailey. Being all squished in with him was no fun.
All he did was just sit there like he was dead. We were both dead at the moment. So then I decided to go in. Which was one of the best decision I ever made in my life and I never really make good ones.

We arrived at the Therapy Clinic fifty minutes late as we walked in, the lady at the reception counter stared at my mom with an unusual stare.
Like always when we are late she always takes a long glance at her maybe for research purposes as she used to be a certified nurse or so she claims.
Which leads to a very unsatisfying staring contest.
Dad tends to either walk away like he is lost or taps moms shoulder till she notices that she just wasted a whole ten minutes staring at a lady that has spent long professional days practicing how to use knives and sharp needles on a human body.

"Hello." mom said as she waved mischievously. 

No response came from the nurse lady so we just walked towards the late-fee check-in spot and signed the forms.
Since we were so constantly late mom and dad decide to have me be put into a private clinic and it just so happened they have this late-fee check-in thing were when you're late you can just pay extra money for a new appointment on the same day. And with mom and dads rich salary why not.

So we just rescheduled the appointment for the same day and waited 30 minutes until the patients who came on time (not us obviously) finished their appointment and then it was our turn.

"Hello, Alexander. How have you been? its been quite a while hasn't it?" said Mrs.Clark.

She has been my Therapist every since I got diagnosed and there has always been this one thing that I always wondered about her that puzzled me was that she always had this weird 'forced' smile on her face as if she was the one suffering from a mental illness.

She then shook my hand and as we sat down and began to evaluate me on a certain number of question like "how was I feeling today" and my mind began to drift off. Then out of nowhere, I came back to reality.

 I started staring at the table because I had nothing else to look at and then I saw a Buddhist statue; rusty with a peculiar smell just lying there on the table.

"You're a Buddhist?" I asked out of the blue not really expecting an answer.

"Not really I just kept it for decorational purposes. Why do you ask?" she said while looking at me.

"I just asked out of curiosity that's all. I mean it looks like you had it for a long time." I said all nervous inside.

"Oh, it is old and rusty. Isn't I guess? I guess it's time to throw it out anyways." She said while tossing it in the small trash can next to her.
"Alright. I think your good for today your next check-up is scheduled for one month from now." Said Mrs. Clark.

After that, she gave my mom a list of medications I had to get from the pharmacy later

And Mom and Dad dropped me home and went off to work like they always do leave me all alone.