GHOST: Star of The Show Pt. 2

Back to the story. On Friday, my father and I went to the hospital for his weekly check. It's his second time to the urologist doctor. After giving him his ultrasound results, my doctor told him the bad news.

"Mister Olimpo. I have some bad news according to your prostate cancer. I'm very afraid to tell you that you only have 6 months to live."

That's when it broke my heart.

I spent my last days with my father, as he taught me all the crucial strategies of surviving the real world as an adult, everything I needed to know.

Since he's going to die and he can't take care of me anymore as a mentally ill child who cannot go outside, well, it's been 7 years and when he dies. I'm free to do what I want, but he has to mentor me in everything I must know to survive this cruel world.

Such as paying bills, doing necessary chores for myself, jobs for essential needs, and all the hard work the average adult must do. He knows I am mentally disadvantaged, and I felt scared if he would be gone. The fact that my mother was recently fired from her job and she's stuck in Japan, unable to pay her own bills, food, and medications.

And my brother incompetent to send any money to me anymore to buy my antipsychotics because he has his wife and child of his own now, plus he failed the exam before he could become a nurse in North Carolina. All because his English was terrible.

I really couldn't do anything. I thought I had all the potential in the world that I was better than any and everyone. I've been given a reality check. It was a checkmate between Life and Myself. And it seems that I lost. But it turns out that I used life's final movie as an advantage to counterattack.

Because I know I am intelligent, and a proud narcissist. I know I can do anything and everything, no matter how weak I seem.

"Weakness is just an illusion and a petty excuse for not doing what is beneficial for you. Everyone is equal. We all have unlimited potential, but the only difference is those who don't know how to use it." -Klei.

It's peculiarly queer how I have blood in my caffeine stream. I was walking around town, sipping on my juice. Well, not juice, caffeine juice, it's called an energy drink, really. And I'm not sipping it per se, more like chugging it down to my system.

No matter the less, I must get going. I opened my wings stretched out of my back, sprouting flesh and blood inside my back after my human-sized white bat wings detracted from hiding inside my spine. Of course, I did this in public, and no one even bothered to notice.

And I flew away from my physical body, astral projecting, to shift to the next reality. I've finally gained pure insight that my dream-reality confusion with false universes that I jump from one to another is just an extraordinary psychic gift I have in the pagan times we call it "Reality Shifting", but not only that, I can bend reality.

Well, other people's reality without having to break the order and law of the entire universe because that would be quite chaotic, wouldn't it? Because the thing is, I don't know how to bend the universe's reality, but other people's minds, I've always called it Derealization.

Initially came from the root word 'delirium', which is another form of psychosis but is severe to the point of hospitalisation, and '-zation" means an action suffix. And if it were to be an action word in the present tense, it is to "Derealiate" someone. Or something, I don't know how to make up my own words, to be honest.

I hope you find this lecture useful because I didn't clarify it in the previous volumes.

Anyway, breaking the 4th wall aside, I was astral projecting, right?

That's when the depression hit me. My wings were cut off by a shade's scythe and fell into oblivion. Having my creativity blocked from the desired reality, I can no longer see or go on what I must take note of what I do and see.

I was in the complete darkness of oblivion. Nothing else is here but the shades darker than the oblivious emptiness of space, swallowing my body to be one of them. Wherein the static shades of white noise play with my mind. That's where I felt anxiety and depression altogether.

And then, I saw my author colleagues open a shard of light from above before getting entirely swallowed to the point of death as a metaphor for suicidal tendencies.

They did their best to reach all of their hands to grab me back to reality. And that's where they cheered for me to keep coming back up, climbing the ladder of their arms lifting me up.

"You can do it!" they shouted.

All of them rooting for me, I kept climbing higher and higher, but by the time my closest colleague, Sage, was about to lend me his hand as the final act of the escape. I was pulled down severely by a shade of white noise. It was firm that I got more resounding than the last time.

But Sage came to the rescue by jumping in, pushing me up to the highest peak of the void to the light. Sacrificing himself, saying, "You can do it, Klei! Don't aim for something small as I am. Aim to be at the top! If someone were to climb up to the peak, it has to be you! SHOULD AND MUST BE YOU! Farewell…."

Then, I saw them. All of my friends on WebNovel gathered around me in a group hug.

I don't understand. I'm an evil narcissist. And they seem to support and love me. Maybe I see myself as evil all because of the time I saw myself in the mirror back in high school when I snapped. I have to accept the fact that people change as time comes. But I didn't realise and see myself as a good person this whole time. All because I was edgy from all those times I've been bullied. I should let go of the past. This is my renaissance. A New Dawn. And my new life.

Sage, you will be missed….