Disclaimer: See chapter1.

Dear diary.

3 July 2066

I shot up with the sound of an alarm going off. At first I thought that I was upstairs again and that something had happened. Then the sound came again and I realized that it was my brother's alarm. I only dropped back onto my back and then got up. Once awake and alert there was no way in hell that I would sleep again.

I went to the kitchen and put the water on for coffee and went to use the bathroom before anyone could claim it. I could hear my brother shuffle into the kitchen and when I came out of the bathroom he passed me giving me a one armed hug. Soon the rest of the house had followed us. My cousin was grumpy and shoved me to the side when she saw me. I didn't care. I got myself ready and when it was time to go see the doctor I just got into the car and closed my eyes. They were dry and I felt like I was going to freeze at any moment.

Once at the doctor I ended up staring at the lights watching as they dimmed and brighten. I felt someone tap me on my arm and turning my head my father said: "What are you thinking about John?"

Shaking my head I only said: "I'm thinking of nothing father."

It was true. I didn't think of anything at that moment.

We were called into the doctor's office. Sitting down on the chair I knocked a remote off a table next to me. My mind wasn't awake properly, I felt bad for doing that but I felt sleepy. The doctor went to the side and got the remote when my father was about to bend down to retrieve it. Looking up at me and seeing the expression of guilt on my face the doctor smiled and said: "It's okay it's not broken. I've got it now so don't worry about it. Not the first time it's hit the ground."

My brother was also watching me. He moved to my side and rested his hand on mine for a moment and then took it away. Again I had to rest my head on the plastic thing and again a white and after a blue light made itself known into my eyes. Strange thing is that my eyes didn't even water this time. It was as if my tears had dried up.

Then the doctor moved some object up and down, left and right until I told him that I saw it and showed him what it was doing.

Then came the light again and I had to tell the doctor where it was coming from. I got eye drops into my eyes which made them numb. The doctor made me rest my chin on the plastic thing again and took my eye pressure. He told me that it should be at twelve but that it was on fifteen. So the pressure of twenty nine which the other person had taken was wrong.

I told the doctor that my eyes were doing strange things and while the lady who came into the office took my pressure too I told the doctor of the twisting, blurring, pain, numbness and tiredness. Remembering I also said that my eyes were dry throughout the day. To my embarrassment my father chipped in. "He wants to get his eyes removed."

I couldn't believe my father. I had told him that I'll only do it if the doctor says that I have to get an operation to relieve the pressure.

Looking down to the floor I had to listen to the doctors lecture about listening to the wrong people and not to do it just because someone had done it. I was angry at that moment. They were going on about it as if I was planning on taking my own life. They are not the ones living with these eyes. They weren't living with doubts about all of this.

The doctor hasn't even said anything about why my eyes were so dry all the time. As I got off the chair and found my brothers arm I heard the doctor telling me that it might be something else. Something must be wrong in my body somewhere for my vision to mess around. My eyes were as fine as they could be. We walked out to pay for my visit and I got my brother to leave me at the bathroom.

For a moment I just stood there in the middle of nowhere of the bathroom. I couldn't believe it. I came to get answers and instead I was left with more questions. What's causing this? Why now? Why me? When I found my brother and father again we left the office behind and went to the nearest mall for breakfast. Father had asked me if I was happy to know that my eyes were fine. I told him: "No, father. I'm not happy. It only left me with more questions."

As we drove back to our aunt father had told me that he'll get me to a normal doctor or he'll ask Brains or Virgil to run some tests to find out why my vision are acting up. Then my mind will be put to rest. Father also told me to thank God that my eyes were still okay. That I did but it still hasn't put my mind to rest.

Back at my aunt I ended up playing ball with my cousin. As I played my vision blurred out so much so that I ended up running straight into a pole. Stunned for a moment I was glad that I had my glasses on. It saved my face from getting smashed. I also found that the hotter I got the worse my vision got. My cousin hadn't noticed and I was glad that my father and brother wasn't around to witness my run in with the pole.

That afternoon went off without a hitch and I ended up watching my niece for a while, while everyone else was out to the shops. I also found my friend on the net and chatted with her. She made me smile and I forgot the pole and my embarrassment all together. I got on my couch early and was out like a light in moments.