One Hundred Years As An Extra - Chapter 29
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Chapter 29

Aaaaa! A piercing headache stabbed so painfully that it felt as though it would split my head apart. Memories came rushing but they were blurred and flickering. I bit my lips and stumbled out of the bathroom. I knew that this was a part of the withdrawal symptoms but there was nothing I could do to fix it.

I had tried everything. When Kaichen was cooped up in his room, I had read the book and tried all kinds of experiments and mixtures. I had used my own knowledge and tried everything in the medical book. Nothing worked. The symptoms were all so diverse that I couldnt make a proper cure. Unfortunately, I was running out of time. It wasnt the same as when I was trapped in the time magic and could start over the next day when something went wrong with the medicine I made for Mickey.

There had been plenty of time, and I observed Mickey as a third party. And as terrible as it sounded, I had a subject to experiment on who would be returned as he was the next day. I couldnt experiment on my own body because I only had one. And it wouldnt be returned to me. What if it made the symptoms worse?

I didnt know it would be so frustrating to be unable to save myself. I felt guilty for using a small boy to experiment on. I was horrible!

Aargh! I felt dizzy and couldnt stand upright. I fell on my knee. Cold sweat dripped from my forehead. I felt as though my pores were on fire. My vision blurred, and all I could see was Mickeys miserable face and his convulsing body.

Its just a hallucination, I told myself. Its just a hallucination. Mickey is not here. Holding onto that shred of rationality, I tried to recall the contents of the book. Hallucination was one of the symptoms associated with withdrawal from alcohol. Even though I knew all that, horrible memories and visions blurred my sight. I could not bear to see them. I could not stand hearing them scream. All the despair and resentment.

lia! I shut my eyes. I thought that I heard someone calling me.

My whole body ached and itched. I felt as if bugs were gnawing on my skin. My lips were parched and dry. I bit my lips and scratched my skin. The pain didnt go away. I kept seeing horrible things even with closed eyes. I wanted to gouge my eyes out. I was going to do just that, but I felt someone holding down my hands. I struggled and heard someone calling distantly, amidst all the screams and resentment ringing in my ears.

Dalia! A low voice called.

Dalia Dalia that is my name! I flinched as I heard the name from among the screams. I struggled to free myself to scratch my skin to soothe the burn, to tear my skin away. But something held down my arms. I could taste blood between my lips. It was so painful. Everything hurt. Why are you stopping me? I screamed and sobbed. I didnt know whether I was saying it aloud or my mind was ringing again. Its so painful.

Dalia. Get a hold of yourself! Open your eyes.

Open my eyes? I would see the horrible things again, I screamed. I didnt know if I was screaming in reality or only in my head. I dont want to see. I want to gouge my eyes out. Please.

Stop it. Calm down, Dalia.

I dont know who I was begging with, but I cried and begged. It must be in my mind. I dont want to die. Please, I cried. Please dont let me die.

Ill help you, said the voice, So, stop it now. A warm, calm energy filled my heart.

I could feel my skin being soothed. The itching subsided. The headache disappeared. My eyes didnt throb anymore. I felt that this was all unlikely. Is this another hallucination? But the screams in my mind had stopped. The voices, the despair, the visions, everything stopped.

Open your eyes, Dalia. Its okay now. The low voice sounded exhausted. It brought me back to my senses. My mind slowly cleared and all I could think was, Ah, this is crazy!

I should have expected this. Dalias alcoholism was very severe. I knew that the withdrawal symptoms would get worse. Hallucinations, impulsive behavior, irrational thinking were all symptoms that were normal in this case. I was not prepared for the horrible visions. The memories of experiencing those horrible things were something no one should be subjected to.

Alcoholism was more horrible than I expected. I had thought of asking Kaichen for help, but I didnt have the courage to intrude upon him. I had tried to make the cure myself. I had avoided asking him. I opened my eyes slowly. Kaichens face came into view. He was holding me down, maybe thinking I would try to gouge out my eyes again.

Teacher, I mumbled. Kaichens eyebrows twitched in annoyance but he didnt tell me off like he usually did.

I tried I couldnt make the cure. Can you help? I winced. If you could I would be grateful. I tried to smile but only winced because of the pain in my mouth. I stammered but the words wouldnt come out properly. Eventually, I let out a dry laugh and winced again.

You fool! Kaichen reached out a hand and placed it on my forehead. The world turned black. But it was a soft darkness that enveloped all in a warm tranquility. There were no hallucinations, no screams. I felt safe and relaxed for the first time and drifted off to sleep.