Chapter 1.7: Would You Say the Nights Are Far Too Long Now?
*Author's Note: Just wanted to let everyone know this is the last chapter before i start school :0 orientation is this friday, (im starting highschool, YES) and my first day is on monday. D: obva, the chapters will be spaced apart a pretty good amount once im in school, but ill be steady working! (HOPEFULLY. im a crazy teen, remember that..) with that, let us begin the chapter,* 
Until Light started school, everything was fine. The doctors had always told me to keep a close watch on her for anything that seemed out of the normal, too bad humans aren't science experiments. There was something about school that brought out a whole new personality in Light though, and that was a lack of personality at all. She changed completely from all smiles to no smiles ever. It scared me to see her like that; What kind of seven year old seems like she's in a depression? Still, I decided not to tell the doctors.
One night, about two in the morning, I was woken up by this constant running of water. At first I had managed to block it out, but after awhile, it was driving me insane, so I went to figure out where this water was coming from. When I opened the bedroom door, it became apparent that the kitchen sink was on; How had I forgot to turn it off? To my surprise, Light was standing right at the sink, washing her hands.
"Sweetheart-- What are you doing?" I asked, a little worried. She looked up at me with tired, zombie looking eyes.
"The germs, Daddy. The germs are eating me, and I gotta stop them." She scrubbed her hands together harder as she spoke.
"What ger-- Get them in the morning. You need to go to bed sweetie." I tried to hide my concern for her. "No, no! I'll be dead by the morning!" Her eyes widened. So did mine.
"Don't worry, I won't let them," I said, turning off the sink. "Just come on to bed." I wrapped my arm around her as I pulled her away from the sink. She was reluctant, but she walked alongside me down to her room. Her hands and arms looked red and sore form her scrubbing for so long.
"And don't worry about school tomorrow, you've got the day off." I told her as I pulled the covers over her. She only nodded in reply. I hate to say it, but the next day, I took Light to a psychologist, and I was glad to see she didn't quite care. The psychologist, Dr. Surveile, seemed like a pretty genuine guy, not just focused on those normal 'psychology' questions, but also on taking her personality as a part of the questions, and after about an hour of talking to Light, he called me into the next room. "After talking to Light-- very sweet girl by the way-- It's become clear that she's emotionally unstable. On her medical records, it shows that behavorial issues were very much able to pop up in her future, due to her mother's.. Ah, tendencies. The only thing I can offer you is this medication," he said as he handed me a piece of paper, "And for everyone around her to be patient, and know that she cannot control her feelings as well as most people can. She'll probably get better as she matures, but we'll just have to see." Dr. Surveile offered me a sincere smile. All I managed in reply was a thank you.
A year passed by without any incidents like the germs again. Light seemed happier all around, although, at all the teacher-parent conferences, they always had something to say about her being too shy. I figured, hey, if she doesn't want to talk to people, even better, 'cause all people like to do is screw you over. Good for her to know that now, and not figure it out later. One morning over breakfast, Light decided to get real with me, to my surprise.
"Dad.. What's wrong with me?"
"Wrong with you? Nothings wrong with you sweetie,"
"Yes there is. Why do I have to take medicine all the time? It's not normal.." Her tone raised to an annoyed sound.
I stuffed a huge piece of pancake into my mouth; Gave me more time to think of a good answer.
"It makes you feel better. It's only doing you good."
"What would happen if I didn't take them? Do I die?" She asked me, curiosity rising.
"No, of course you wouldn't die."
"So.. Can I stop taking them?" I could hear the smile in her voice when she asked.
"I think it'd be best if you kept taking them.." I said, without question.
"So there is something really wrong with me, good to know. And why would you keep what's wrong a secret from me? It's what's wrong with ME, shouldn't I know? It's whatever I guess." She bitterly said. That was the first tme Light had ever shown her anger towards me, and it blew my mind away. It hurt to have your child tell you off; There's no way I could escalate into an argument with her. Instead, I let her leave the table, her pancakes nibbled, while thinking over my next move.
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Until Light started school, everything was fine. The doctors had always told me to keep a close watch on her for anything that seemed out of the normal, too bad humans aren't science experiments. There was something about school that brought out a whole new personality in Light though, and that was a lack of personality at all. She changed completely from all smiles to no smiles ever. It scared me to see her like that; What kind of seven year old seems like she's in a depression? Still, I decided not to tell the doctors.
One night, about two in the morning, I was woken up by this constant running of water. At first I had managed to block it out, but after awhile, it was driving me insane, so I went to figure out where this water was coming from. When I opened the bedroom door, it became apparent that the kitchen sink was on; How had I forgot to turn it off? To my surprise, Light was standing right at the sink, washing her hands.
"Sweetheart-- What are you doing?" I asked, a little worried. She looked up at me with tired, zombie looking eyes.
"The germs, Daddy. The germs are eating me, and I gotta stop them." She scrubbed her hands together harder as she spoke.
"What ger-- Get them in the morning. You need to go to bed sweetie." I tried to hide my concern for her. "No, no! I'll be dead by the morning!" Her eyes widened. So did mine.
"Don't worry, I won't let them," I said, turning off the sink. "Just come on to bed." I wrapped my arm around her as I pulled her away from the sink. She was reluctant, but she walked alongside me down to her room. Her hands and arms looked red and sore form her scrubbing for so long.
"And don't worry about school tomorrow, you've got the day off." I told her as I pulled the covers over her. She only nodded in reply. I hate to say it, but the next day, I took Light to a psychologist, and I was glad to see she didn't quite care. The psychologist, Dr. Surveile, seemed like a pretty genuine guy, not just focused on those normal 'psychology' questions, but also on taking her personality as a part of the questions, and after about an hour of talking to Light, he called me into the next room. "After talking to Light-- very sweet girl by the way-- It's become clear that she's emotionally unstable. On her medical records, it shows that behavorial issues were very much able to pop up in her future, due to her mother's.. Ah, tendencies. The only thing I can offer you is this medication," he said as he handed me a piece of paper, "And for everyone around her to be patient, and know that she cannot control her feelings as well as most people can. She'll probably get better as she matures, but we'll just have to see." Dr. Surveile offered me a sincere smile. All I managed in reply was a thank you.
A year passed by without any incidents like the germs again. Light seemed happier all around, although, at all the teacher-parent conferences, they always had something to say about her being too shy. I figured, hey, if she doesn't want to talk to people, even better, 'cause all people like to do is screw you over. Good for her to know that now, and not figure it out later. One morning over breakfast, Light decided to get real with me, to my surprise.
"Dad.. What's wrong with me?"
"Wrong with you? Nothings wrong with you sweetie,"
"Yes there is. Why do I have to take medicine all the time? It's not normal.." Her tone raised to an annoyed sound.
I stuffed a huge piece of pancake into my mouth; Gave me more time to think of a good answer.
"It makes you feel better. It's only doing you good."
"What would happen if I didn't take them? Do I die?" She asked me, curiosity rising.
"No, of course you wouldn't die."
"So.. Can I stop taking them?" I could hear the smile in her voice when she asked.
"I think it'd be best if you kept taking them.." I said, without question.
"So there is something really wrong with me, good to know. And why would you keep what's wrong a secret from me? It's what's wrong with ME, shouldn't I know? It's whatever I guess." She bitterly said. That was the first tme Light had ever shown her anger towards me, and it blew my mind away. It hurt to have your child tell you off; There's no way I could escalate into an argument with her. Instead, I let her leave the table, her pancakes nibbled, while thinking over my next move.
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