3 Signs and Symptoms

"Mom wait! Wait for me! Mom!" I woke up as I shout.

The milk that he gave worked and it put me up to sleep, but my nightmare doesn't leave me alone. I step to the pool area. The wind breeze is just perfect—perfect to start this day. I started to look up to the sky—what a beautiful clear blue sky. I enjoyed the moment of silence with a nice breeze not until some guy was watching me from his very own balcony.

"Enjoying the scene?" he asked and smirked a bit.

"Yes but before you interrupted me," I replied.

"Well, I need to interrupt your moment because we need to eat. So, go inside and meet me in the kitchen," he said then left.

I went inside and moved to the kitchen as he said. I sat on the chair while he started to prepare his ingredients.

"Hey miss badass can you please peel those apples beside you?" he pointed to four apples to my left.

"I'm doing what you want but please I have a name and it's Angela. Call me Angela," I repeatedly told him while peeling an apple.

"Okay, miss badass—Oops! I mean Angela," he jokingly replied. After I peeled all those apples I prepared the table and get ready to eat.

We start to eat as soon he finished cooking—food is better when hot. I tried his 'Tinola' and I didn't notice that my tears suddenly fall down from my eyes.

"Are you okay? You're crying," he asked me.

I saw that he's bewildered by my sudden crying so, I stand up and went back to my room. I don't know how to face him—maybe I'm just embarrassed or I just wanted to be alone.

I cried and I cried. He opened the door to check my condition but after that, I didn't let him enter the room and I locked it so that he cannot see me. I don't know why I am feeling this…I feel stressed… sad… mad… I just want to breathe. I didn't notice the time and it's already night. The annoying guy seems to stop knocking on the door.

I found myself in the middle of the mess that I made. The empty glass of milk from last night was already shattered on the floor. I didn't even feel the pain from the wounds of my feet from those tiny glasses. As I walk around the room my blood also followed me.

I lay in bed and some light started to distract me—the reflection of the moon into the broken glass. I picked up the broken glass into my right hand and unknowingly grabbed it so tight that my hand started to bleed. Looking at my other hand I slit my wrist with the broken glass and tons of blood started to fall down—I felt sudden dizziness.

I don't remember what happened to me last night but I woke up in a familiar place—the hospital. I looked around and I saw the annoying man sleeping beside my bed. I also saw both of my hands with some bandages so do my feet. I was completely blacked out from last night and can't remember anything. I sat and started to stare outside from the big glass window.

"You're awake. I'll call some nurse or doctor," he hurriedly said.

"No, I'm fine. Can we go home?" I asked him.

"You can't, the doctor said that you need to stay here at the hospital for a while," he answered.

"By the way do you have anyone that I should contact? Relatives? Friends?" he asked.

"I don't have either parents or relatives. I have a friend but I don't want to tell her anything," I replied and turned my back from him get the blanket and pretend to be asleep.

I hear him move out of the room and I started to cry—again. I think that I created some turmoil inside my head and I cannot seem to find any solution for it—except for killing myself. I don't know but I suddenly felt a lot of anger and I wanted to let it out.

Without any confusion, I started to throw the pillows, the blanket, and the vase on top of the table beside my bed. I surprisingly didn't even feel the pain in both of my hands which already starting to bleed again same as to my feet.

A couple of nurses and doctors started to barge in to make me stop but I won't. No matter what they say I can't seem to stop instead I threaten them with one of the nurses that I'll slit her throat if they come closer to me. They all panicked at what I did and just in a moment of second the nurse that I hostage just injected something into me and I felt the hard touch of the floor—I passed out again.

I woke up and saw a janitress cleaning some sort of mess in my room.

"You feeling better?" that man said—surprisingly he's still here.

"What happened? Why my room is a mess?" I asked.

"Well, some badass girl named Angela became a beast and started to throw a fit," he replied with an annoying tone of his medium-deep voice.

"…and your doctor suggested that you should seek a psychiatrist as soon as possible."

We went to the 9th floor and seek a psychiatrist.

"Miss Angela Villafuerte," the nurse called my name which means that I'll be the next one.

"Do you have any guardian with you ma'am?" the nurse asked.

"I'm with her," the man replied.

We both enter the room and the psychiatrist warmly welcomed us.

"Miss Angela would you mind if you could answer these questions inside?" the doctor asked me.

I followed her lead and enter the narrow-spaced room and answer the papers she gave to me.

I started to feel mixed emotions again and I don't know how to react to it. I forced myself to finish answering the questions until the doctor knocked on the door and I moved out from it.

"Based on my observations earlier, your actions, and the result of your test Miss Angela you're suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder," the doctor said.

I was startled by what she said so, I step out of the office and sat on one of the benches outside.

I do not know any further details about my so-called disorder. I am 100% sure that the annoying man will listen to the doctor and he'll relay all of it to me after. Besides what's the point in listening to it if he's gonna repeat it anyway. I'll just stare at the night sky above me. The bright moon along with the stars is just perfect.

"I don't know why you'd love to stare at anything so blankly," that annoying man said.

"The doctor said that you'll be fine if you just drink this," he added and showed me some bottled pills that the doctor gave him. I just looked at him and smirked.

I know that I'm not fine. With or without any pills I already messed up—it is because of my very own so-called disorder.

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