Savage Evil

II.

My power is intelligence. Even if it doesn't seem, before this happened, I have done a few IQ tests. All of them had the same result. 184. It's just a small thing in my opinion because an IQ test doesn't prove anything.
   In high school, on maths profile, I finished first but everyone was jealous at me, telling that I cheated every test, or that I bribed the teacher before classes.  As always, listing to my mother, I never felt any remorse on them, or jealousy on them having cars and wealth. My family wasn't a well-rich one, as we had a lot of bank missed payments, and our mother had a low-paid job. We tried so many times to get out of poorness, even with our brother's talent of writing books, or you know... stealing them.
Taxes were getting higher and higher, with a new college tax being of almost nine hundred and fifty dollars. My brother got a school sponsorship, because of the very first book he sold. That has to be the only original one he has ever written. I've never paid too much attention while home to school. I would usually learn from what the teacher told us during class. When I was home, I was either doing household work, like making a path through the snow, or either help my mom cook stuff, from where I've learned how to cook. I was a fast-learner back then, and even now I can pick up on new things rather quickly. 

I would stay here and just brag about my past, or I can do something important and go meet with Doctor Prudence, the one that my doctor recommended me to go on. I grab my old yet awesome smelling jacket, that was owned by my father and get out of the house. -Did I tell you how stupid I am? I forgot my keys, my wallet, and my phone-. I am going back in the house, grab all the „existential" things I need for everyday survival, and rush on going to my meeting. I'm getting in my modest, old Chevrolet and go safely around the block, to get on the main street. 

-Seven AM in the morning- 

   The streets are rather emptier than usual. Usually, on a Monday, these streets are full of cars, drunk people or just kids trying to cross the road faster to get to school, or people searching a shortcut through all the speeding cars that try to get to their workplace. This morning is one of a Saturday, so not even the mad lads from the Sunday mornings that like doing speeding and drifting unlawfully without the slightest sense of „care", aren't here. Again, the same feeling of thinking about that I could care for somebody is rather stranger than at any time in my childhood. Back then I would've dreamt about giving up on my life for someone, but now if it's not an animal that I like, it can die there, on the street, or wherever, without feeling the smallest remorse about it. I'm taking a hard right turn, where the street is full in moss, or uncut grass. The building for people with mental disorders is on a street that is not taken care of. I'm getting down the car, and I accidentally slam the door with brute force. I guess anxiety is already pushing me from the back like I haven't been on a psychiatrist already. Meeting a new one is a strange, cold feeling. I'm entering the building, where I see a secretary that is scrolling through her computer without care. 

   - Excuse me, ma'am, where can I find Doctor Prudence?

No answer is being given and looking at her glasses, the reflection of her playing minesweeper. Why every secretary, in every book has to do a cliché and just play games instead of working? Well, in this case,  she is doing the same boring stuff, so she plays games. I am trying my best not to get annoyed by her attitude and just proceed with my path of finding her. 

As soon as I'm getting to the second floor, I see a door. An old plaque, rusty and black, with an erased name on it. Doctor Prudence Jullien. I'm approaching the door with a lot of extra, unusual anxiety, which is pretty much why I've come here, but not even now after a full road of self-esteem, and boldness, but my foot and my hand simply stopped working, like I was having a burden of thousands of kilograms. I've never felt this much weight on my shoulders, but at the same time, never felt the same hope that I can be finally cured about my social problems, or at least not look awkward to Luna, or to actually can talk with her about more than just a simple thing, that is about a soda. 

*knocking on the door*

   - Hello, miss Prudence, may I enter?

   - Sure! Sure, come come come in. 

   - Um... I've been sent here by Dr. Jake Hallway from Izone's Hospital.

   - Yes, I've been told about you, come on, take a seat, and let's fix you!

She was full of confidence, a boldness that I've never witnessed in my life. A lot of happiness, compassion and the best thing that I've noticed, that I wish I had... empathy...

What's Empathy?

„Empathy is the ability to recognize, perceive and feel directly the emotions of others.empathy is the feelings in which a person identifies the sorrows and sadness of others .he puts the sorrow person in his mind and try to feel his problem as his own.most of the psychologists use to do the emphatic listening in which they analyze the feelings of psyche patients and they don't focus, in which words he is saying.they recognize their heartache feelings only.

Empathy is the necessity which is found scarce among the people nowadays.it is present in some person by birth and some are found without any such type of feelings.it is the catalyst of our moral actions.it influences and has a great impact on our daily life motions. Empathy is the feeling which forced us to succor others, to nullify their sorrows, and to reduce their problems. its best example is the huge natural disasters such as tsunami and earthquakes in the whole world united to help the effects.it is actually needed to satisfy our own feelings.

Empathy is the symbol of the best person in the society. We should try to cultivate it to make a better person and motivate others to behave emphatic feelings. By this, we can make this world a worth living place."

I've read about this in an article a few days ago, but I've never understood a thing from what that guy was talking about.

/// Short chapter, next one is too long, and I need some story in between///