Reggie rockwitz
A continued beeping sound vibrated around my ears, three to four syringes were stuck to my made, and bandages were applied all around my face.
My neck hurt even if I flinched a little. The last thing I remembered was the humiliation, I made to the two assholes.
It was pleasant in the room, covered with light blue shades from the light, a window half opened and proles returning their shelters, raccoons fighting without any reason, when was the last time I felt alive? Did the officers bring me here? Am I handcuffed? Nope, so it was someone other. Wait, was it uncle mack or aunt Lisa? Cause those were the only people that looked after me.
The door cracked with a squeaking sound. "Hey, hhhh" huh" she was miyoko standing in front of me with both hands shielding to avoid the sobbing escape
She could not speak a single worse "so you brought me here" it would have been better if I was left it untouched I wasn't even feeling pain it just stopped after a point I could have passed on peacefully and now with all these instruments attached inside and out of me as extremely painful huhuh it's funny somehow isn't it mojo. she came near me and sat on one of the chairs so you came here to observe a shitty piece of art in the museum, isn't it? the door again clicked and there was standing a millennial man with long silky hair and a well-built physique. So Brad Pitt wrapped up his shooting and came to see my jug. Jahaha nice one
"how are you holding up lately, you opened your eyes after 6 hours. "
"So that's why I'm feeling so alive, I hoped never to wake up
" Reggie I'm sorry I'm not on a level to say this but- please forgive
That's why I always get miyoko sympathy for, apologies, for just saying it so casually do you have any shame about what you and your father did? It is even hurting like a hell to move my tongue inside, my jaw is ruptured. I never trusted a single human being always made my way and kept myself safe. I was keeping myself safe, overthinking even in small situations. The only ones I trusted were my aunt Lisa, you,u and your dad, not even my uncle.
The thing which gave me hope to live a life hit me back and took even the little things I had in my life. "I appreciate that you broke my legs my legs and gifted me a wheelchair thank you very much".
I couldn't see the slightest bit of regret in her eyes, "that's all I wanted to say to you, now you can return to your million-dollar mansion."
"Come miyoko, I think he needs some rest." The Brad Pitt guy said
I turned my face in opposite direction again to peek through the window until a slow blissful sleep took me away.
I knew I was dreaming and became lucid in the dream it's so much excitement when it happens but it always ends very quickly.
I was in my old school on a dark evening, with no one around standing in a corridor in front of a random lab, I always had pervy thoughts in a lucid dream to fuck someone then and there cause it feels damn real even better than reality. I see a classroom with dim lights and it was overloaded with students, I somehow knew the teacher whom I never met, it felt dizzy even to walk and stand straight I picked one up and lifted her skirt,t and began pumping my thing inside out. It's not that I care if she agreed or not it's not the real world. It always eluded me that if you are in a world which is not real but exactly similar to a real one, would you still force someone intimately? Would you cut people's bodies into half just for fun? I fell into a black void soon after.
I opened my eyes and it was another morning, what? Have they even fed me yet, I began crying louder a nurse barged and enquired, "I want something to eat, get me a chicken curry with nan or paneer or roasted chicken".
" you are only on fluids as your jaw is unable to recover, you cannot chew any solid fold yet." The nurse calmly uttered
Thinking of that yeah, I can't move my jaw vertically.
"How can I eat!!",
a cry suddenly started to take shape,
"Only fluids like juices mixed with vitamin tablets that sort of thing...
Are you being a serious nurse? I will piss myself to death." Huh .uh "that's okay no problem I know my body will recover quickly, bring me some lime-flavored drinks."
"That's not available sir, I have called for supplements it must be arriving."
"what's your age by the way."
"I was just asking 'cause a little mature lady with a nice face and structure kinda confuses me."
Uhhhh she began giggling in an adorable feminine voice.
"My son's in sixth grade...
" oops forgive me please, you look like Emma Watson and the freckles just compliments your looks."
"Thank you,u sir, it looks like you are quite a movie geek... You kept murmuring dialogues every time I came changing your bags and injections."
"Yeah, thanks a lot, you are doing this kind of service, I have nothing to offer back."
*a high pitched voice and heavy footsteps started approaching creating a doppler effect*
"He,y you are running late for the room 205 shift! Focus more Avena".
"Looks like you gotta go miss Avenaa, take care of me well"
"You talk too much even with a broken jaw, it would've been better if your tongue was split in half."
this really made me grin.
"miss avenna could you do me a favor, please do take me outside to breathe fresh air, I could smell the palm trees so there must be a small park attached to this hospital."
"alright mister, I will,"
I had my phone on my side desk loaded with syringes on top of it, I can't call anyone cause it may have been tapped. what do I do? I felt like reading some books, so I searched for some nice authors in my opinion, there is one gem named Fredrick Dodson quite an underdog but he writes about manifestation and which fazes me. His last book I read was named parallel universes of self which was a masterpiece. It also explains the phenomenon of neuroplasticity which played a huge role in my story. I may or may not be a product of this thing.
so there was this book called "reality creation technique" I downloaded a pdf from some pirated site and it was just 8-9 pages, not a full version though, it explained how our brain only revolves around two big things, resistance, and desire. that was the reason why our manifestation and law of attraction don't work. every time when we are active we revolve our focus around two things only which are extreme desire or extreme resistance. such as we all have desires for money, power, and respect and we keep putting them on a pedestal these are extreme human desires, and are often unachievable that is the truth.
cause if we rank them on a scale of 1-10 my desire for money ranks somewhere between 9.5-10 and it is the sole reason why I will never be able to manifest it. take the example of coffee it is also a desire but it doesn't rank near 9-10, we want coffee to start the day so it comes around a scale of 1-3, and guess what we always get it cause it's least desired or closer to neutral. it will easily manifest if it's closer to the neutral state which is zero. talking about resistance I hate public humiliation and getting ashamed in public of my actions this resistance level is on 10 in my terms and it easily manifests and comes in your way, the more you avoid getting rid of resistance the more they will start to appear in front of you. like I am afraid of lizards to my death, so they will start appearing in my bathroom, and bedrooms, and even land on me. the more you fear something the more it will occur according to murphy's law.
According to Fredrick Dodson, we should develop lists of our resistances and goals and focus on them until we feel nothing, money no longer fazes us, and reptiles no longer terrify us; in that state, the manifestation of what we genuinely want will begin. This comparison blew me away; I don't believe in the law of attraction or spirituality, but who knows what things are not designed for the human brain to understand? It is not necessary to know and study everything.
So, if I apply appropriately to my situation, I should no longer be afraid of being charged and imprisoned. Neither should I wish to return to regular life. It is what it is; if this is the lowest point in my life, I will eventually reach the peak. I'm sure I will.