FRIDAY THE 13TH! Who else will purposely be provoking bad luck for the day? I know I WILL! *Maniacal laugh*
Shout out to 2DArray for the idea. (See bottom A/N for clarification) Please review and I hope you enjoy this.
Challenge 13: Dawn In Darkness
Hello. My name is Helga G. Pataki. I'd like to tell you a bit about myself.
I've always been a bit of a loner, not wanting anyone's help or advice, just dealing with my problems on my own. I was always ignored by my family and treated as if I'm not there. I have faced starvation and intense loneliness. My mother was an alcoholic and my father never had the time of day for me. They obsessed over my older sister, and I ended up taking a backseat in my parent's eyes. Even into my adult life it never truly stopped. I have always faced it, but I was never happy.
But when I was a child, he came along. I was rocked to my very core. He made life worth living. He was the dawn in my horrible darkness of life, the one person who treated me with any kindness or attention. But I never told him how much he meant to me for years, to the point that I thought that I would take my secret to my grave. Then one day, on one of his wild adventures, I told him my love.
He finally learned his feelings for me soon after getting his parents back, and together we grew. I was complete. We were fire and ice, yin and yang. Our relationship was blissful and mutual. It was almost perfect.
Almost.
My own pride was my undoing. I didn't appreciate him enough, and I often took him for granted. I never realized how much I would miss him until he was gone. We had never really fought before that time. I never wanted him to leave. I don't remember what we fought about, but I feel responsible for it. And I don't blame him, I would have left too if I had been treated the same. I just wish I had gotten a good-bye.
I just miss him so much; I want to see him again, even if I can only watch him from afar again. I want to tell him how sorry I am, how every day I have thought only of him.
Wait, where are you going? Don't leave. Please. Please don't go. I don't want to be lonely anymore.
My patient, Helga G. Pataki, has been institutionalized for the past 5 years after her severe nervous and mental breakdown. I have watched over her these past years, and she has shown no progress toward recovery. I have been patient enough with her due to our past appointments, but I now realize that she will never get over Arnold Shortman.
Helga is able to fully account her entire life except for that day. I have heard her tell of her family, her emotions, and her life in general since she was a little girl. Helga has expressed her understanding that Arnold is now gone, but what she doesn't understand is that Arnold didn't leave her. She killed him. I still remember the police report, that the police had found a makeshift grave in their backyard of their house, his body preserved in a large emerald green box. The box was probably the only one large enough to use as a makeshift coffin. Daisies had been found next to the grave, probably planted by Helga herself.
Helga had been found in a drunken coma in her living room, empty wine bottles spread around her. When she was found, she had been taken to the hospital to recover, and then she was found guilty of murdering her husband. The shock traumatized her, and soon after she was declared mentally insane, and she has been institutionalized ever since.
While in her coma, I believe Helga formatted this story about how she and Arnold had had a fight and he had left her, in order to avoid the awful truth. Every time she has been explained what really happened, she breaks down again, only by the next appointment, she once again believes in her made-up story.
I am deeply saddened by Helga's spiral into illness, and I truly wish she could get better, but her obsession with Arnold has left her unable to care for herself. She is now a potential danger to herself and others, and I recommend no release for her in the future.
This will be my final report on Helga, and I hope someday, she gets over her fantasy and moves on.
Signed: Dr. Bliss
This fic was inspired by a game I have played. It is called The Company of Myself by 2DArray, and it is one of the best I have ever played. Ever. And I've played a LOT of them.
It can be found on the gaming sites Kongregate, (which I recommend), Armorgames, and Newgrounds. Check it out if you want the original story. It is an emotional game that requires thinking, and it tells a story. It's very sad, so check it out if you like puzzle/thinking games.