I wake up, once again immediately noticing the sensation of my clothes on my body, the blanket covering my body, and the bed directly beneath me.
After living for around 18 years, I have gotten used to these sensations. Luckily this is the only sense I experience that goes overboard a little. Not like others who can't handle seeing anything, or hearing anything. So yeah, I'm lucky.
After lying in bed for a while, and catching up on all the newly released chapters on the Webnovel app, I get out of bed and go brush my teeth. Not too difficult.
"Good morning." I say to everyone upstairs as I see who is awake, and who isn't.
I go and make up a nice breakfast. Perhaps I shall have some toast? Or a bowl of Cereal? I think today I'll go with bacon and sunny side up eggs. I again consider myself lucky that I am not one of those autistic people who eat the same thing every day. I can change up my routine, and I can handle random changes in my daily life.
I then go downstairs again, remembering that I need to take my medication. Naturally not telling anyone in my family, as my parents are believers of a religion that disagrees with psychology. Because of this, I have had to deal with my recent diagnosis of autism without support from my parents. My siblings, on the other hand, have grown up as agnostic, but they follow a few of the same beliefs as my parents, such as anti-depressants being bad.
And after that, I relax. Just another day of reading random books, playing different video games, researching different things to do with autism and other such things, watching some philosophy videos, all that good stuff. Oh, and sometimes studying too. Luckily enough I am on a short holiday from school, and so can afford to relax a little.
Then dinner, and going downstairs to relax even more. Of course, none of the day is taken up by me touching another living life form besides plants. Anything that can move freaks me out, and is not something I want to be touching. I mean, I can handle shaking someone hands for a short period of time, but even then, that is only because of a lot of training in my mental endurance.
By around 11 at night, so not too late, I finally decide to go to sleep. I get into bed, ready to lie there for a couple of hours before I finally fall asleep, as I have always done throughout my entire life.
To pass the time, I imagined random different stories and thought random different things. I also wondered why I hadn't felt much mental pain today(AN: Something that randomly occurs, and when it does, it feels like my soul is being ripped apart. It is a different sensation to tiredness or headaches, or any emotion I have so far managed to figure out(AN: I have figured out happiness, sadness, and anger.))
And then something really odd happens. The sensation of my soul being ripped in two occurs, and then something being squeezed into the created gap, before my soul is forcefully closed again. This random thing feels a little lumpy, although it seemingly melts away before long, throughout my entire mind.
The reason I say odd, and not excruciatingly painful, is because I have experienced similar amounts of mental pain before. I mean, all it causes is for me to begin screaming out loud, grasping at my head in an attempt to rip it open and figure out what is so painful, all the while wishing it could just end, even if it meant death. So I have gotten used to it. The odd thing was how something was squeezed in while I was screaming away(AN: Not out loud though, wouldn't want my parents to realize how much pain I am in). That is the first time something like that happened.
And then something even odder happens:
[The system is activated] echoes throughout my brain, which is still getting through all that pain.