I failed to fully remember what happened to my dreams yesterday. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t endure the pain every time I tried to recall it.
“Big brother! Can I visit you in your class later?” Debbie smiled at me sinisterly as she walked towards me while I was lying in my bed with my half body covered in my blanket. I could feel it, she’s up to something no good again. This sister of mine had been chasing and pulling naughty pranks to people that I introduced as friends. She even went too far and tried to frame one of my friends as a thief after she hid Mom’s wallet and put all the blame on him when I was in 7th grade. She was only in 4th grade that time and her little pranks became more severe as she grew older. She’s the reason why we moved in Barangay Crossing Rubber from Manila City.
She played an intense prank to one of my ex classmates named Amy back in the City, and because Amy's parent were always busy, we decided that we're gonna do the project in my house. Amy wasn’t even a close friend of mine, we were just group partners in a project that time, however, it didn’t make her an exception from my sister’s wrath. Her biggest mistake was revealing her allergy from peanut butter in front of my sister while we were eating my Mom's baked cookies in the living room. Because of this, she gave my sister an idea to get rid of her. Mom was currently making lemon juice that time for us to drink, when my sister suddenly volunteered to help her out of a sudden. She then purposely put peanut butter in the lemon juice that Mom made for us. Amy almost died because of that, her parents even almost sued Mom that time. Luckily, Amy’s parent didn’t pursue the case and let us go.
After that, we tried to get her to a psychiatrist. However, according the psychiatrist, my sister is suffering from ASPD or also known as Antisocial personality disorder, sometimes called sociopathy, is a mental disorder in which a person consistently shows no regard for right and wrong and ignores the rights and feelings of others. People with antisocial personality disorder tend to antagonize, manipulate or treat others harshly or with callous indifference. They show no guilt or remorse for their behavior. In short, she's a psychopath.
My Mom decided to get her into treatment, however, according to the psychiatrist, there is no set of treatment for ASPD. However, therapies such as medication or psychotherapy may help control specific behaviors. After knowing this, my step father rejected to let Debbie under go therapy. He could not accept that her daughter has mental illness, he was in denial. He even went far as saying that the psychiatrist is lying and just wanted to get more money from us. In the end, my step father could still not manage to accept the truth about his daughter's condition.
My Mom tried to convince him, however, he kept saying that the psychiatrist is a scam. He kept refusing her request and they would always fought because of this. The cycle of convincing and fighting went on and on until one day, my mother agreed to him. I don't know what happened, but in the end, both of them concluded that their sweet precious little daughter is not suffering from any mental health condition.
I tried to talk it out to Mom, but just like my step father, she concluded that Debbie is normal. I could do nothing for I was just her older brother. The best thing that I could do is to prevent my sister harming anyone.
The news about Debbie having ASPD spread around our neighborhood. Because of this, we were forced to abandon our home.
"Big brother? Pretty please." My sister's sinister smile turned into excitement. As his older brother, I know that I should do something.
"I'm sorry cutie pie, but I'll be busy later. You can just play with your friends at school okay?" I sadly said as I patted her head.
"You don't love me? You hate me, do you? You still haven't forgiven me from what happened? You don't trust me older brother?" She answered with her trembling voice as she ran towards the door.
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Debbie didn't came back after she ran. Mom said she already went to school just a minute ago, before I came out. I had a bad feeling for this, so I followed her immediately.
However, after I came into her classroom, she wasn't there. I tried to look around, but was to no avail. I asked some of her classmates, but they said that they haven't seen her yet. I called Mom and informed her about everything, but she didn't reply. She was out of coverage, so I only texted her about everything. After that, I immediately ran to my classroom.
***
"Okay class, let's give a big around of applause to our official classroom officers!"
For some reason, I became our classroom's prince and Cleo ironically became my Muse. On the other hand, Ashley that annoying girl became our secretary.
Ashley? Oh right, where is she? I need to ask her if we actually met in the past already.
" Uhmm, hi! Sheena right?"
"Oh yes, hi Macky! Are you looking for someone? Let me guess! It's Ashley right?" She answered as she flirtatiously smile with her lips together and her eyebrows being both lifted while she was tipping her head down slightly.
"Oh no no no, HAHAHAHAHA, it is not what you think it is. I just want to ask her something." I replied defensively.
"Ooooh if you want to ask her whether she have a boyfriend or not. Well, she's actually still single! I'm telling you, you still have a chance!" She flirtatiously replied again.
"HAHAHAHA, please. I'm serious though, I am not really into her okay. I just really want to ask her something."
"Hmmm, you can just ask me?" She replied as she smiled sinisterly.
"HAHAHAHAHA," I just laughed but didn't reply.
"So you won't really tell me then? Okay, I won't be so stingy anymore, but just remember! If you need help when it comes to Ashley, just call me purrrrr. Anyways, I think I saw her going to the Bathroom. There was even a girl following her behind, maybe 2 or 3 years younger than us."