READ WITH CAUTION OKAY?
IDK WHY I ENDED UP WRITING LIKE THIS 😭 I'M CRYING I JUST WANT TO WRITE LIKE HOW I USED TO BACK THEN
i don't know why i ended up dragging our family's eugene into this...
(+ a rant at the end below bc that's what i do at almost every part of this book)
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Eugene rubbed his temples, trying to ease the headache. The math problem was too hard!
He felt like his head was being split in two horizontally. And when it's finally split in half, there would be hinges placed on the back of his head, turning his head to some type of treasure chest.
Eugene's brain is the treasure because the meat of his brain can be eaten raw or cooked to cure terminal illnesses. Eugene's brain can also be squeezed dry to make a delicious beverage. His brain fluids can prevent skin aging, wrinkles and will give you smooth and flawless skin on regular intake. With a healthy diet and regular exercise, you can see results immediately!
But, Eugene only has one brain! What do you mean by regular intake?
Glad you asked. Eugene has quick regeneration and his organs can make an exact copy of itself when it's taken out from his system. For example, his brain. His head became a treasure chest but his open head doesn't heal because people framed the edges with steel; they even put a lock on it.
Over time, Eugene's peculiar case spread around. He ends up getting locked up inside a glass cage in a museum and his brain is taken every two days to sell to wealthy people.
If you're interested, there's a recipe book published by a well-known chef. Physical copies are only sold to those who attend the monthly auction. More and more recipes are still added so attending auctions are a way to stay up to date. You must even know the latest dishes to join a conversation with your friends!
There's also a long time popular recipe that you and your whole family would surely love to eat! It's scrambled eggs but made with Eugene's brain. It's gray in color but it tastes much better than a regular scrambled egg! It's fast and easy to make, too.
(How the hell did I even thought of all THIS? Someone, save Eugene!!)
What the.....Let's think of happy things!
Eugene felt quite nauseous so shook off the thought of his head being a treasure chest and tried to think about good things.
Good things like the rabbits hopping around in green fields, then a predator shows up and the whole family of rabbits get eaten. Eugene could hear the pitiful, unheard cries of the rabbits, their bones cracking like biscuits and their blood spraying out like perfume.
The innocent bunnies!! Why did it end up like that?!
Eugene couldn't help pulling his hair of frustration. Then, he remembered that he's been losing hair lately-the amount wasn't normal. At least that's what he diagnosed.
He thinks it's a normal body reaction because he's been staying up late to do schoolwork and schoolwork stresses him out, too. Talk about multitasking, am I right, schoolwork? (I hate school. I don't understand math and it's all the school's fault.)
Headaches, hair loss, anemia... Do I have leukemia...? Oh, but I'm not getting any nosebleeds so I don't have it. Probably.
(LMAO I searched up the symptoms of leukemia and now I'm scared just thinking of me having them 😇)
Eugene took a deep breath and retracted his hands from his head. What he saw on his hands almost made his heart jump out his chest.
It was his hair!
"Ah!" Eugene touched his head and more hair fell out. "Why am I making it worse?!" He cried out while continuing to touch his head in distress.
Then, something warm flowed down his arms. Eugene realized that his scalp also started falling off. The thin layer of his flesh, which still had short strands of his hair attached to it, slowly fell off from his head.
"Ah... Aaah!!"
His vision went dark. Eugene woke up with a jolt, he gasped, his breathing was still fast. He looked around and saw Rowan sitting on a chair.
"Rowan! You won't believe this! I had a dream where I lost all my hair, my scalp also fell off..." Eugene said, Rowan didn't respond. He only only looked at him with confusion.
"It's been a year since all your hair fell out." He continued, "In a year or two, the doctor estimated that your scalp will fall off, too." (It rhymed!)
Eugene stopped telling his story and asked, "What? What are you talking about? It's not like I have any illness." He didn't know that there existed a terrifying illness. (Don't worry, Eugene. It's a newly made illness, with you honoring as the first case. I know the cure.)
"But, you do, Eugene." Rowan said seriously, but his eyes looked sad. "Looks like you're still dreaming. Eat some porridge first, you must be hungry."
Eugene, "Porridge?"
"Yeah, porridge. At least put something in your stomach first before speaking. Also, don't move too much, your stitch might reopen."
"S-stitch..?"
Rowan nodded, "You got an operation last night, you don't remember? I was terrified, you almost vomited your intestines out, all because you ate a piece candy. Your mind must be woozy because of anesthesia."
"...I got an operation? So, I'm sick?" Rowan didn't answer him. Eugene finally took a good look around him and saw that he was indeed inside a hospital room, wearing a hospital gown with an IV drip inserted on the back of his hand. Eugene touched his head and felt that it was smooth-it wasn't shaved, he just has no hair. "Is it leukemia? No, why did I vomit so much?" Eugene just had a hunch but he's never heard cases of leukemia where the patient's scalp fall off, too. And what was with him almost vomiting his intestines out?
Rowan saw his actions and sighed, "What questions are you asking? Wake up, Eugene." He then handed him the bowl of plain porridge. It seemed that he's avoiding answering Eugene's question.
"Haha... Right, this- this is a dream! I'll be waking up!"
"It's not a dream, Eugene." Rowan stared straight at Eugene's confused and fearful eyes. "It's the truth. It's your fate."
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"Rowan, do you mind waking Eugene up from his daydream? He's been silent for a while now." Gray asked. He looked at Eugene who seemed to be daydreaming. His eyes were open but his consciousness was somewhere else. It honestly worried Gray.
"I have no idea why he's been so silent." Rowan said. He turned to Eugene and called his name, "Eugene. Hey, Eugene. Wake up, we're all going home. Eugene!"
Eugene's body jolted and he finally seemed to be back to his body. He looked around in fear. "Where am I?"
Rowan, "You're with us at cram school. You forgot? What happened? Why were you so silent?"
It turns out that Eugene daydreamed everything while he walked outside with Gray and Rowan.
Eugene then asked, "Do I still have hair?"
Rowan laughed from his question, "Of course!"
Eugene, "I'm not going to eat porridge?"
"Nope. We have no porridge here."
Gray asked, "Do you want to eat porridge? We can stop by a shop..."
"No! I mean, no need. I don't want to eat porridge."
It was all a dream! Eugene internally cried tears of happiness. He wiped his nose and smiled.
"Eugene....."
"Yes?" Eugene said, still happy that him getting sick was a dream.
"Your nose.." Gray pointed at Eugene's nose. "Your nose is bleeding."
"AAAHH!" Eugene screamed.
Guess he has to eat his own brain.
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Eugene later found out that Gray was mistaken. His nose wasn't bleeding. It was just the remains of a fat mosquito. Or was it?
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what kind of "daydream" were you thinking about?? 🤨
i apologize if you're revolted, nauseous and uncomfortable. what you're feeling is understandable bc y'know i write shit. SRSLY I'M SORRY 😭
but i'm LOSING IT
i wanna write comedic stuff BUT WHY DOES IT ALWAYS END UP BEING SHITTY, OFFENSIVE, GRAPHIC AND DUMB??? I HAD TO REWRITE A LOT OF PARTS (in my drafts) BC I ALWAYS END UP WRITING GORE-Y SENTENCES AAA and when i want to write horror, it ends up being funny and stupid...WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
do i find killing funny? NO
lmao jk i do find it funny eheheh
this month is over see ya next month wunk wunk