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Your lobotomy appointment was coming up soon. You were scared as hell because your brain would be forever altered.
You’ve heard some stories of people before and after getting lobotomies, and you were skeptical. You saw one story where a woman look ghostly, and after two lobotomies, she looked well with plenty of life in her eyes. You wondered if the pictures were switched around just for the stupid lobotomy propaganda.
You wish you hadn’t lashed out. You wished you weren’t such a disappointment. You wish you didn’t see things that weren’t there. But then again, it wasn’t really your fault, was it? I mean, your mental illness was genetic, right?
But it was your fault. You were the one who put your hands on your father after an argument about your visions and feelings. He berated you and made you feel worthless for something that was simply out of your control. But you still put your hands on him. You still hit him.
You still hit him.
But you can’t go back and change anything. The lobotomy was coming up, and the last thing you needed was to think of your father.
Speak of the devil, your father picked the lock and opened the door, bursting into your room. It was the usual, you had no privacy because you lost his trust after the many incidents that led you to become like this.
“Why in the world would you burst into my room? At least knock!” You exclaim.
“This is my house, I do whatever the hell I want to!” He retorted, his voice a combination of frustration and anger.
You became silent at that remark, not knowing what to say after that. You were always awful at protecting yourself, and just took whatever people said.
“Anyway, I found a doctor for your lobotomy procedure. He’s very professional, has been in the workforce for years, and claims to know exactly what he’s doing!” Your father said, a little spark in his voice.
“Well, who is it?” You asked out of exhaustion, along with genuine curiosity.
“His name is Bill Kaulitz. He’s a German doctor who happens to also be a singer. You’ll love him, I promise.”
He says.
Yeah, you doubted you would like anyone that would scramble your brain. But then again, you had to face this man and you didnt have a choice, considering you were a woman. You were quite literally an adult, standing at twenty two years old. But then again, women are never taken seriously independently.
“We leave tomorrow at 12 PM. Be ready.” Your father said sharply, exiting the room.
You laid back down on your bed, and drifted off to sleep, thinking about the man that would be scrambling your brain. Bill Kaulitz, huh?