Red Vessel

Chapter 3: The color

As always, the dream, the man, and now a shiny red object.

It's been a month since that family Sunday, I still don't understand what happened exactly, well, according to Dr. Rezzeins, I'm developing a Reality Distortion Disorder most known as Psychosis which could lead to Schizophrenia... I told everything to my mom, even that I saw her looking at me, the real me, but she said she didn't see me. She took me to see this doctor the day after my "episode" that's the word  he used to describe whatever happened that day.
I grab the bottle of pills in my night stand and the glass of water I keep at night in case I get thirsty. I have to take one pill every morning according to Dr Rezzeins' prescription; he says it will prevent me from having more episodes like the one I had a month ago.

I put the medication in my mouth, it tastes bitter, I drink the water and I realized my mom is watching me, she's standing right on my bedroom doorstep.

— Mom, please, I'm fine, stop watching me all the time.

She faked a smile and left.

*****

It's 8:37 am and the streets are crowded, people are going to work and students are walking to school. Winter is coming so the wind is kind of cold, and I can see kids using their long sleeves and jacket uniforms. I miss using uniform because since I started college, I take my time in front of my wardrobe deciding what to wear, and most of the time I'm late to take the first period.

I'm on my way to school, sometimes I get the bus, but days like today I feel more like walking. The doctor recommended me to use headphones to listen to music because due to my illness it is very likely for me to have hallucinations, like hearing voices in my head. I understand that I have like a mental condition and my mom is preoccupied but, something seems odd, she's being acting weird, following me everywhere, hiding behind my bedroom door which I think she doesn't know that I know; I even caught her listening to a phone call I was having with my best friend Amber.

*****

My next class is Magic Stone Chroma, the teacher is a short and chubby man in his 50's, who wants to look like one in his 30's and, behaving like one in his 20's. He tries to use slang words and phrases which he has assumed young people use nowadays but it just makes it worse, because at the end, everyone just makes fun of him.

—Helloooo!!! —says Amber while pulling one of my earplugs. She's my best friend, or my only friend...? I met her last year due to a group work presentation for Mineral Location class, and the teacher put us on the same team. She's a very social creature, I'm not an introvert but I don't go around talking to everybody like she does. Also, she's very pretty. She has a wild long curled ginger hair and big green eyes, she has freckles like me but they look better on her, maybe because of her hair color. She's tall and skinny but she has some curves too. But most importantly she has a very unique essence, she can predict somebody's future within a minute range. That's really impressive, I've never seen that kind of essence before.

— Hey Amber —I said looking down to my notebook and not paying too much attention to her.

— Please, change that moody face for me! — she says while grabbing the corners of my moth to make a smile.

—Whatever —I'm in a bad mood, I've been like this the whole past month, it's not pleasant to go to a psychiatric and find out your head is not working properly, hence, I've been taking that stupid medication that makes me feel a bit sleepy and disoriented.

— So, how have you been? —Her voice is low, and sounds worried.

— I don't know how many times I'll have to say this... I've been fine, I am fine. The only one weird here is my mom, she's been acting like a lunatic following me everywhere, and that's a lot to say since I'm the crazy one. She's suffocating me.