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I must be going mad.
Every single day I experience the same symptoms. Rapid heartbeat, an insane paranoia that somebody is watching me, a body that I feel almost separate from. Not to mention the fact that I feel more disconnected to my Seer abilities than ever, and I spend all my energy trying to hide it.
I don’t want to worry you, my glorious (evolution?) reader, but it seems something is afoot! Ever since my strange encounter with that Rhombus guy, it’s like my body has been on autopilot and I can’t function without flashbacks to that incident. It seems nonsensical for me to even think about him. After all, he was the one who attacked me! And tried to send me to another universe? But his boss seemed quite horrible for ordering him to do that.
All of these thoughts run through my head while I sit in the library, ‘studying’ with a couple of my friends. Sirius is kicking Remus under the table and doing some kind of goofy shit, or maybe stupid shit. I’m too busy looking cute to really care?
I make eye contact with Siriussy and a bead of sweat drips down the side of his face, his face twitching ever so slightly. Huh? I’m not entirely sure what he thinks I’ve noticed. I mean, I am quite observant if I do say so myself, and I know these two are frolicking around the halls all the time. I don’t know if that’s it.
I have a lot of questions. “What is it?”
“Nothing, just… you’ve been looking pretty out of it for a while.”
“Oh, yeah, that… Um, you know. It is what it is, I suppose. Just thinking about home, I guess.” Ah, yes. The go-to lie when I want to change the subject discreetly. It’s not like I don’t have problems at home, so it isn’t a complete lie. “Shitty parents, am I right?”
“Shitty parents indeed. Hey, you don’t talk about them often, Yin.”
“You want to hear about my parents?” I ask, slightly surprised.
“Oh, definitely not if you don’t want to. I won’t pry into it.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I suppose it is time for my long monologue about my crappy parents to make you guys feel horrible for ever asking about it. Buckle up folks!” I say, preparing to tell them many tales of things my parents have done.
I wasn’t expecting to talk about my parents in such great detail. The two of them (or maybe one, I’m sure Remus is engrossed in his books and Siriussy is like, half reading half listening to me) listen intently as I describe experiences in a funny, digestible way, leaving out the gory, gruesome parts that will have to stay locked in my memory forever and ever. There are some raised eyebrows as I say things that probably should have gotten my parents in jail, and omit the stories that involve future technology (no way in HELL I am telling these people about when I actually came from).
“...And that’s wraps. Now, I’m going back to the dorms. You two can go like, be newlyweds or whatever.” I say, quickly packing my stuff and not explaining my last words, even though there are expressions of dumbfoundedness on their faces.
They can figure love out themselves. But I’d rather not think about love at the moment. Or I could, as long as it gets my mind away from… that.