Opposites Attract

Chapter 4 - Call The Police..Someone Abducted My Body!

 They say contemplation can be good for the soul, but then again, it could be a deadly killer. I'm not entirely sure how thinking of all the 'what if's' can be beneficial for your mental health. It will probably just leave you feeling: regretful. Depressed. Done. And there’s a high chance it will just lead you right into a psychologists chair; were you'll have to pay to contemplate. It's really a never ending pointless cycle, right? We should probably try to avoid it at all costs, if not for the sake of our minds but for our wallets. But even knowing all that, we still can't seem to fight the urge to over think about everything insignificant detail. Every little thing we could have done or said differently. If we could only go back and change something, would life be different, better. But they’re not insignificant, are they? Every molecule of data, no matter how unimportant we believe it to be, interlace together to form a tapestry of events.

However, this reflecting malarkey is pointless and evidently fruitless because until the mad scientists of the world stop trying to collide atoms and start working on time machines, that's never going to happen. Then we always turn to a happier part of our life. When we didn't have to deal with the stress, the implications of growing up. These times are usually in our childhood. When you're told to not have a care in the world. To enjoy it. But like they say, time passes quickly when you're having fun.

After my conversation with my parents, obviously I thought of absolutely everything I could have done in the past to change the outcome. To be honest, I couldn't think of anything majorly to change; except maybe creating a time machine myself and going back to the time when this condition my sister developed begun and destroying every last trace of it. That would of course be the miracle cure, but miracles were hard to come across these days. And I already had Bella, and she was a miracle in herself, and I think asking for two may be a tad selfish. 

During the take day, it felt like I was trapped inside a giant, human-sized bubble; just drifting through the day aimlessly, paying close to no attention to anything or anyone. I guess my mind had gone into protection mode. Shut itself off. Trying to save the last tender fragments of myself together. Either my friends took the hint or they simply didn't care, but I wasn't disturbed for the majority of the day - which I was extremely grateful for. I still hadn't given up hope up on trying to persuade my parents to let me go, and if that failed, smuggling myself in a suitcase. I'm sure if I put my mind to it, I could get about half my body in..

But I couldn't practise my contortionist skills now. Oh no, now I had much greater things to deal with. Admittedly, I'd rather have a more normal Thursday evening which would consist of good old studying or when I got bored of that, maybe guitar or reading - normal, relaxing, stress-free. But what I'd got myself into this night was far from stress free.

Currently, I was standing in front of my full body mirror, intently examining my outfit. My mum had bribed me to wear something more ‘suitable’ for tonight. Because tonight, tonight was the night I was finally meeting the strangers who I would be bunking with for dear knows how long  in the oh-to-soon future.  My mum had taken up the privilege to call on Paige and my other close friend, Kate, to help out. My mum tried to explain her reasons to me - it’s nice to know that they believed it would take the three of them to sort me out - but my theory is that they just joined together to have a girly time. Ugh. Together they were worse than little school girls; giggling and gossiping.  It was frankly quite disturbing for me to watch the three of them together! 'Girly time' in my translation is: 'living hell.'

 Somehow, in-between sharing the latest piece of 'juicy gossip' and cackling like hyenas at something in a magazine, they had managed to pick out their definition of an ‘appropriate outfit’ for me to wear. My outfit consisted of a light summer dress; it was pure white with quite nice detailing. They’d paired it with tan gladiator sandals. I insisted that they allow me to choose one item - so I could feel faintly like myself tonight. My well worn denim jacket was that choice, and luckily they didn't mind too much, even commenting on how it 'finished the look' or whatever.