001. A Un-Disney like Beginning

I did not intend them to deal with my affairs, let alone lead them to believe I was perfect. They wanted perfection and they got it, just not from me. I don't care what they think. To me, they are just representations of authority. They give birth to you, guide you and then push you to your limits. When that's not enough, they send you to see a shrink.

I don't think I'm psychotic. Am I?

I have never displayed any physical or mental abnormalities in my whole life. Although there was that time my brother and I had a conversation that went along the lines of, "I could feel the knife's love reverberating through my skin." That does not count. A period of emotional instability was what it was. That was that and nothing more. You see, being of a stable mind as myself, I needn't be tortured with personal questions as I am prone to hypothetically slaughtering the unknowing psychologist.

What do I feel, she asks me as she is sits with a pen and a paper on her lap every session. If I do recount all my emotions and pile it on her, I doubt she'd be able to survive. Then again, that's a good thing. Money won't be spent for something that isn't even needed anyway.

Now that you know I am not suffering from a disease of the mind, as quoted from Disturbia. Feel free to entrust me with your secrets and if you want, your peace of mind. This is not a joke. Well, actually it was meant to be one but seeing as no one dares laugh at me, I tend to think otherwise. In addition, I feel that it is within my humble attitude to say that I am seriously getting off topic.

Should I start with a description of myself? I think not. I do feel that I need not dwell into matters such as "describing." If you see me, you know me. If you don't, who cares? It's not that I hate the world. Believe me I am far from it. In fact, it's the opposite. The world hates me, not figuratively speaking. It could hate me all it wants and I still wouldn't give a rats care about it. If you think about it, it's like corporate America minus the planet part.

You see those people walking past you? They don't know you. They don't see you. They don't care. Even if you are already breathing your last, they'd walk by you in an instant without as much as a glance. Then someday when you wake up, those people are all gone. That's the world for you. People come and go. They become invisible whether you like them or not. Just look at your school cheerleaders. Think they're always going to be the stereotypical snobby rich kid? Think again.

When it all comes down to it, I'd rather live in a fantasy than in reality. Omit the singing with birds' scene of a fairytale and you know where I'm heading. In fantasy, I could steal all I want, cheat and lie all at the expense of a few words. It is not that much, but it gets you somewhere. However in reality, you are left to see shrinks. They are people that should be blatantly put to a hospital, if you get what I mean. It doesn't mean I abhor them and when I say abhor I don't mean he, she or it. I mean nonexistent. It's just that they are there.

If you are sitting in your chair and reading this, dear reader, and think that you don't understand, be my guest. Half of the time I don't even get myself. Maybe its genetics or maybe it is just me. Who knows?

Before I go, I only have one thing to say.

Don't trust the grown-ups. Especially those that say, "What does that make you feel?"

But then if you think about it, why would you trust a pathological liar?

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Author's Notes:

How are you? I haven't been to Fanfiction in a while. First of all, I deleted 'Nightblossom' and this is that story's rewrite. I did a rewrite just to make Nightblossom be a bit more sophisticated and whole. The story will basically have the same plot, although you may see a few changes here and there. I wanted to make it more interesting. I hope you can review this rewritten version of Nightblossom. I hope you may come to like it as well. Thank you.