The lengthy conversation I had with my school nurse on Tuesday is as follow, "has any of my name, Thomas or Destiny been cursed?"

I am the only one that bears that name in my school, and High school is worse than a near-death experience. I can confidently tell you that I nearly died five times in one night; I face my fears, I conquered my demons but they left no evidence. For the past two years nobody believed me, some would say I made it up, and most people say that I'm mentally disorder.

I told everybody that 'Black cults' pays me visit every full moon and tried to kill me if  I refuse to follow them. I was getting different advices from different sources. My Dad said it was all in my head, and the possible way to erase the delusion is to finish fifteen dozens of fluoxetine.

Using the tablet is one of my most hatred daily routines. But my school nurse is some of a different kinds.

He replied me, saying. "I get, I get it little dude." His voice is thicken, as much as it's gruffy. "You've gotten friends from another world because you always contact through the book your read in the library and they came for you to join them then you refuse, you'll better make negotiate with them." He adds.

My brows furrowed, as curiousity settled in, making me ask for the negotiation he had mentioned, and he replied. "I would ask for something un-taming to follow them.

"What if it's all a delusion like some people say?" my voice is little, whispering, unsure of my own question. 

He chuckled, his eyes meeting mine briefly before he looks away, "keep using your fluoxetine and become a Magnum XL wearer motherfucker and have sex with a fellow dude like you then all decision will eradicate."

My mouth goes agape, rendering me speechless. I had not expected him to say something as such. He wasn't supposed to say that. Or is it me being delusional once again? No, I don't think so. He really said that.

I ask, baffled. "Aren't you a nurse?" Then, I make my tone sound less insulting as much as I could mister. "Because nurses...aren't really meant to say such thing." 

There's a sarcastic glint of a ghosty smile, playing on his lips as they are tugged up. "I am a nurse, and at the same time, a guidance counselor," his eyes is showing how obvious he'd expected me to notice it beforehand. 

But then, he, telling me to have sex is as a guidance counselor and telling me to keep on with my medication was a nurse. He is always a wired Man.

My Principal said my spirit doesn't tally with that of the school, so I would change my high school and that is one thing I can never try. The reason for me not to let go of my school led me to the advice our Library guidance Mr John gave me; he advised me never to read anything dark in the library anymore, he said he knows am a nyctophile and not to be so curious to read story lifes of late Satanic oracles. I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans.

 I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book. 

The second weird person my life is entangled with is one of our neighbors whose a Voodoo man. He never wears a good clothes and his dressing becomes unbecoming to me anytime I see him. His detached house is rightly opposite to ours so I have chance to satisfy my curiosity by going there. My mom would never allow me to do so but I don't give up easily. 

The day I went there, his house was full of cobwebs and different enchanting books. It was as nauseating as much as it's enchanting. The smell of the area in my nostrils doesn't quite allures me, but there's something in the place that makes it antique, and eye-catchy. 

I had entered without anyone's permission, and now I'm like a weirdo — which most see me as already — my eyes is wandering around the room, as I use my hand to weave past the webs in my way. Remind me again why I came here. 

I manage to conceal my cough, not wanting voodoo man to catch me when suddenly there's the sound of a crunching bone. My feet had trampled upon it. My eyes widens as a result, and looking ahead of me, I see the man right before me, giving me a wary look.

"What do you want here?" He ask, and walks towards me. I back away from a fear that's grew in me. He bends down to pick the crushed bone, and pack the pieces into a ceramic bowl on the table next to it.

My voice is stuttering as I answer. "What do you use those books for?" I am direct. His brows raises, as his gaze isn't fixated on me, but on the bowl.

"That's brave of you, kid." He pauses and faces me, my heart thuds. "I want to become the greatest sorcerer ever known." I find myself nodding at his level of determination.

"What's your aim? I mean, how you want your sorcerer to look like." 

He turns, letting his back face my front and he state. "Don't stop reading the book. The truth lies in the depth of the makings of each dotting ink."

I don't allow my battling inquisitional part win over me, so I changed the topic. "Why don't you 

clean up the cobwebs—"

The yell of my name from the distance fazed me as I recognize it to be from mom. She's banging at my door, while I quickly rush out of voodoo man's house, and to mine. Hurriedly, my legs are leading me to kitchen since it's next to my room. Easier way to sneak into the room without mom catching me.

It was 5p.m towards twilight when my Dad arrived. No sooner did he arrived that we heard someone knocking our door. I heard my mom and dad disagreement which, on the aftermath I realized that mom denied my dad's idea of taking me to a psychiatrist hospital the next day, Wednesday which night is a full moon .