Into the Woods

Chap#7: Trying too Hard

"Record and show it to me."

"No, ok? Just..no. I can't do that to her-or anyone. It's simply wrong."

"You were the one who asked me for help and I think it's very much clear by now that it's not you, it's her."

"But I-uh.....Treat me ok? Me!

"Do it! I'm confused alright, there are many disorders that have similar symptoms and I have doubt on two. Moreover, it has already been three months already so if you really want me to help you then do as I say. Plus, I can't treat someone who is absolutely fine.....here is my theory, maybe...I mean there is a possibility that she compelled you to believe she was right about you being wrong but you know....unintentionally...if that makes any sense."

I listened to Dr.Phil on that day and did whatever he had told me to do, not even thinking if it's right or wrong, he unknowingly made me feel like I was his puppet, I kept on doing whatever he had been telling me to do for the past three months but nothing seemed to workout but this time he told me that he was so damn sure it was going to work. Was he really helping me?

I returned back home in a 1990 red vespa, which, I bought from my friend and parked it in front of my broken house, well it's really small to be called a house and a little big to be called a hut but it is what it is.

"So that's your routine now, huh? Coming this late everyday? Oh my God, look at that face, What happened? Did u decide to wash your face with tension instead of water today? There's stress all over it!"

"Yeah.....w-wait what? No wh-why'd you......uh, the restaurant isn't really doing well umm.... here! I got you guys some food from there. Lets eat?"

Sometimes our boss used to show mercy on us by giving us (waiters) leftover food instead of throwing it in the bin like always. It barely happened once in a month but when it used to, we all could store some delectable food in our stomach.

After having the delicious food we all hit the sack. Asher had already fell asleep on the laminated wooden floor so I had to carry him to our small and quiet room, I gently laid him down on the bed and covered his body with a black fleece blanket. Marissa went to deep sleep the second she laid which showed how tired she must've been working all day because of me. I was on the bed with my body in a straight position and my eyes wide open, waiting for Marissa to wake up again and do her thing so that I could record it.

A few days later after I had given Dr.Phil the recording of her, he asked me to come back because he said that he figured it out. I waited impatiently for my shift to end so I could see him right after work and I did. I went running to him so he could finally tell me what's wrong and he could cure her.

He told me that my wife is diagnosed with somnambulism disorder and there is no medicine that could cure her and it will eventually stop itself, I just needed to keep a safe environment for her which includes no sharp or harmful objects near the bedroom. He also asked me to never make a mistake of waking her up when she's sleepwalking as it could be dangerous for not only her but for me as well because no one knows what action she might take during her episode.

It internally killed me knowing that I couldn't do anything to help her because that was my plan: know the disease and cure it right away. So I decided to make her the happiest person, to make us all a happy family by spending our day away from home from noon till night. I chose to spend our whole day in the city, the colourful, noisy and beautiful city that we all went to see by bus which was a two hour drive, this bus used to take a tour every weekend of the city, it included a whole one day package that I bought.

We first stopped at funland which was meant for kids and so Asher took and experienced the thrill of all the rides and trust me, I had never seen him this happy, his cheeks turned pink out of excitement, his baby pink lips separated from each other because of his wide smile that was missing some teeth, was all over his face. Marissa and I sat on a brown bench and waved and smiled towards Asher whenever we saw him while he was taking his ride. The joy on his face showed that his was the life he wanted to live but he never for once complained for the life he had been living.

It was late night when we reached our final destination after a whole day of having fun. Our last stop was at McDonald's for dinner . Everyone was starving, I got myself a Big Mac, Caesar salad for Marissa, though I don't know why anyone would want to order that from McDonald's and Asher treated himself with a Happy Meal with Chicken Nuggets. After a nice and delicious meal we returned back to our buses and were not really ready to go back home but we buckled ourselves up and admired the city at night. It was so breath-taking, white and yellow light were lit throughout the mesmerizing city, big and luxurious cars honking angrily, it felt like they all were racing, who would reach their destination first, everyone seemed to be in such a hurry but that sense of urgency is not reflected anywhere near their duties, the soaring glass skyscrapers amazed everyone sitting on the bus and as we moved further, the alluring city ended and our unprepossessing and lousy village started. We reached home at 2AM and all of us were too tired to do anything.

It was and still is the best day of my life but little did I know that the worst day of my life just began when the best day came to an end.