DOARS- Week 8 Day 5- Did Someone Ask for a Doctor?

Welcome back! I'm trying to get back to being on a roll with these, but I know there has been a lot of waiting for new chapters, so I'm sorry! I can't promise to get better with that, since I am working right now, but thanks for coming back to read these whenever I do get them published. :)
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Dear Diary,

After last night's unfortunate interview with Zhiddezoe, my nightmares were even worse than they had been. I mean the main topic was the same, but Rommich and Pat and Hector and their bizarre love triangle thing was thrown into all the horribleness and they all died... of broken hearts. It wasn't pretty.

So I woke up very early today, and not at all excited about what this fine Thursday was going to have in store for me.




I stared at my left over breakfast of lobster and wasn't excited. These delicacies are not my style. I want home cooked food, I want to eat a breakfast of waffles, just like my dad used to make every morning. I'm tired of eating things that don't make me happy. So I decided right then and there that as soon as I graduated and had some time to learn to cook, I would eat homemade food every day for every meal.

After my less than satisfying breakfast I finished my homework that Zhiddezoe and her stupid plans interrupted last night. Stupid aliens ruining my stupid homework for my stupid second to last day of school.




Stupid mail woman watching me mail my stupid bills that require stupid signatures and stupid money or my stupid electricity will get stupidly shut off.

Have you figured out that I'm not in a good mood, yet? I'm not. I'm very moody and upset. Why does this world have to be so stupid! I just want to live my life the way I want to live it! I want my family together! I want to marry who I want to marry; I want my brother to marry who he wants to marry and I just want the world to make sense again!
Zombies?!?! Really, my parents are zombies? WHO EVER HEARD OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT? Why is this happening to me? Why is it my life that gets all screwed up and why is it my family that has to save the universe? I just want to be normal.

I'm not coping well. Can you tell? I'm going to blame it on lack of sleep, though, and just take a deep breath. Everything is going to be fine. Hector will find the solution and then he'll come home and Pat will come with him and we'll be one big happy family again. I just have to be patient and take things one moment at a time.




In view of that, I exercised this morning. I'm sure you remember that my plan for keeping my cool involved exercise, so I thought this was a fitting way to spend my time.

While working out, though, I was reminded how long ago it was that my family was all together. Sure this was only my third day on my own, but if you remember, it only takes 3 days for a baby to be conceived and born, so 3 days is actually a very long time. I missed everyone. I just hope it won't be another three days before we're all together again.



My second to last day of high school was very non-thrilling. I got more homework that was supposed to be completed before my last day of school. I bet you couldn't have guessed that, huh? What? You guessed that? Who woulda figured...


Ok, you didn't deserve that. I'm sorry. I am a good person, really, I'm just a little stressed right now. Hopscotch was the alternative to homework this evening. Yes, I should have done my homework, but when I got home I saw the hopscotch court waiting for me and I couldn't resist. I know my mother would have approved.




Speaking of my parents coming back, Hector stopped by unexpectedly!




He had a most welcome surprise for me, the cure! I never should have doubted him. He told me to find our parents during the full moon, and not only would it cure them, but if I cured them during the full moon, while they were most strongly connected to Tony, then it would cripple the evil force, and win the war.

Wow! That sounded completely doable! For the first time since I'd heard about this war, it actually sounded like we had a shot at winning.

When I asked how he knew, and how he found the cure, he told me that they'd run experiments on captured alien zombies, and all of them had been 100% cured after using this potion. He had no sim test subjects to use, but this was our best hope for curing them. He couldn't disclose how he got his information about this crippling Tony, but he guaranteed that it would. I'm going to assume that he got the information from some un-zombified aliends.
With this cure I just had to wait for one more night, and then it would be the full moon and my parents and my brother would all be together again.



And then he told me that he wasn't going to come home. He was going to stay with the aliens and help them rebuild their world and recover their zombie hoards.

It was a noble goal, but if I'm being perfectly honest it wasn't at all what I was expecting. I burst into tears. For the past three days I'd been picturing this lovely scene with all my family and now, my brother wasn't going to be in it.  My family would never be together again, not all of them, not permanently. That was crushing.

My brother tried to assure me that he'd be back and that when he came back he'd have a surprise for me. Surprise? Wait, what? That brought me back to focusing on the real world. He gave me a big hug and kissed my cheek, telling me that it would all be all right. Had he gained weight? I really would have sworn that he did.

He wouldn't answer any more of my questions, though, and in a very ambassador like manner, he got back into his ship and disappeared. I wiped away my tears and focused on what was really important. I had the cure. Tomorrow, my parents would come back to life.


Dreaming good dreams tonight,

Raquel Sw0rd