Within seconds, I accessed the stored information in my mind pertaining to this drug.
’Banned in 1999, eventually labeled as a schedule IV drug, aka SUPER illegal to own, thanks to its highly addictive nature, and was used to treat severe or debilitating insomnia, s**t, why in the hell are they giving this to a baby!’
’More importantly, a picture is beginning to form: Ritalin and Restoril are being administered to treat my ADHD, and apparently, I don’t sleep…next is…’
Lastly, the third prescription bottle was labeled Fenfluramine under the brand name Fintepla.
’Fintepla, banned in 1997 due to causing some NASTYY damage to the heart, used for treating…seizures…’
’Jesus Christ, are the doctors trying to freaking kill me? Ok, let’s not get paranoid here and believe I’m being targeted already; if anything, it would be my Dad and eventually Brenden who would be targeted.’
’The only logical conclusion I can come up with is…Arkadia, I wasn’t born as a Prymordyal Hyumun…Arkadia must have taken my original body and forcefully evolved it, making the Baby Taylor freak out, never sleep, and have seizures.’
This realization forced me to take a couple of deep breaths and look at things objectively.
’I don’t have a way out of taking these meds, but thankfully, since I am a 6C being, they won’t have any effect on me anymore…still, how f**king gullible are Amanda and Dad for letting a BABY take not one but two narcotics, f**king 1990s doctors.’
"Alright, Face, time for your all-better juice," seemingly having finished preparing the cocktail of drugs, Amanda had mixed multiple powders in a sippy cup filled with apple juice and brought it to my lips to drink.
’New body, don’t fail me now,’ I thought as I put up a minor fight to give the illusion that I didn’t want to drink the juice before eventually giving up after earning a stern look from my father.
"That’s a good boy," Amanda said while picking me up and holding the sippy cup for me as I reluctantly emptied its contents.
’Thankfully, it became common knowledge that Non-Rank medicines have zero effect on the bodies of higher Lifeforms or Racial Classifications, but still, it’s worrisome.’ I thought as I choked down the disgusting-tasting apple juice.
’Still, the meds must have had some sort of effect on me if they keep administering them daily. But that may have just been my body increasing in Classification; still, I will monitor myself over the next 30 minutes when the meds are supposed to kick in.
"Ok, let’s get some breakfast for you, Face." Seeing that all the juice had been finished, Amanda pulled one of the tall chairs on wheels over and double-checked that the high chair seat was secure before buckling me in.
’Hm, the infamous roller chair…it looks like this time around, I won’t be getting that scar.’ I thought while subconsciously reaching up to the back of my head and feeling around the spot I had previously had a scar my entire life.
’If my memory is correct, it should have happened when Amanda was pregnant with Brenden…’
Previously, I had a one-inch-long horizontal scar on the back of my head, roughly dead center from an accident I had as a child. From what I was told by multiple sources, during dinner one night, everyone was laughing, and I felt the need to join in, but when I did, I pushed back from the table, and since the chairs were on wheels, I rolled backward so far that the chair tipped and I cracked my head on the tile.
Needless to say, everyone freaked out; I bled all over the place, and my father carried me to his police car, where I was then rushed to the hospital before getting three staples in the back of my head to close the wound.
The morning was relatively quiet after I took the overly medicated juice, which had ZERO effect on me; by the way, Dad went to work, Annie went to school, and then it was just me and Amanda…or that’s what it should have been.
Instead, the b***h decided to invite over her two friends, Kristina, and Deeana, the second of which happened to be Riley’s girlfriend.
Due to how young she was and the fact that she had moved down from Chicago and didn’t know a single person, Amanda had basically turned all of Riley’s friends into her own, with the exception of Kristina, whom she met working at the local grocery store.
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Now, as for Riley, well, during this time, he isn’t part of the picture; you see, if there were one word to describe my older brother when he was younger, it would be Lazy.
Too lazy to study, too lazy to get a job, and, my personal favorite, too lazy to go to school. The last one had even caused some pretty big friction in the family because after getting caught cutting class and going to the beach, my Dad broke his mold of threatening without action and straight up sold Riley’s BRAND NEW JEEP out of the blue.
Things only got worse once he graduated, thanks to going to summer school. The guy would never leave his room and would only do god knows what on his computer.
Eventually, my Dad had enough of it and gave him an ultimatum: be homeless or join the Air Force. With the memory of the Jeep incident fresh in his mind, Riley ended up enlisting with a six-year contract and was shipped off to Texas for Basic Training.
Once he finished that and the year-long tech school, which should be right around now, early 1993, he would end up getting stationed at Yokotta Airbase in Japan.
Looking up from the Lincoln logs *wooden brick stacking toy*, I couldn’t help but blink a couple of times as I examined the unsuspecting Deeana; right now, she should be engaged to Riley and was madly in love with my idiotic older brother.
Unknown to her, but when he ends up in Japan, he completely forgets about the Girl and ends up marrying a nice Japanese lady named Yumiko.