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The Regression Virus (Part 1)
🕑 Added 2022-01-22 18:00:00 +0000 UTCPart 1 = Life used to be so simple and so normal. Before the virus. My name is Natalie. I’m 25 years old. And I still am that old. Mentally at least. To understand how I got from where I was to... where I am now though, I have to tell you the whole story.
It all started at my Uncle Robbie’s barbeque.
At 25 years old I was a very independent young woman. I was fairly beautiful with nice skin and long dark hair. I was working as a first grade teacher at a local school. I was raised as a middle child with two loving parents and an older brother and a younger brother, and had gone to and graduated from college with high honors. I was even starting to flirt with one of my fellow teachers, hoping that he would soon ask me out. Life was admittedly going quite well for me... Then we went to the barbeque.
It was a nice and simple event that I chose to attend with the rest of my immediate. Nothing fancy, but I decided to dress up a little bit. I wore a cute little dark blue button up dress that was equally pretty, but a tiny bit sexy. The barbeque was full of friends and family and was quite a thrill given that such events hadn’t been possible lately.
For quite a while now there had been an outbreak of the Regression Virus. It was a pretty rare virus with devastating consequences. Experts believed it was airborne, but no one could be sure. The virus attacked your body physically and mentally, wreaking permanent harm on both. People who knew people who’d gotten it described the victims as slowly but surely aging backwards mentally while slowly losing control of many of their bodily functions including but not limited to their bladder, bowels, and higher motor functions.
Because of such drastic effects on its victims, after there was a couple of random outbreaks across the country, the whole country went into lockdown for a couple months until some sort of preventative method could be found. Doctors were able to eventually come out with a drug that was able to make some immune and others resistant to the virus, but it wasn’t 100%. After some tests were done, the doctors were even able to determine that some people were naturally immune to the virus.
After my Mom, who had a history of illness in her family, got to get an early appointment she found out she was one of the rare specials who were naturally immune and she was told that meant there was a good chance her kids were the same way. We were all thrilled and quite relieved. After that we stopped worrying about the rumors so much, thinking ourselves somewhat above it all and done with the crisis. The rest of us were going to get tested too, but since it was so difficult to get an appointment we didn’t let it bother us too much.
What a fool I was.
Nothing at the barbeque seemed out of the ordinary. In fact everything seemed wonderful. None of us had seen each other in months and since things were starting to open back up it was a great way to get back out there. There were still rumors about the virus, but they seemed to have mostly gone away. We all had a great time, and I said goodbye to all of my family before going home that night, unaware of what had occurred.
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It didn’t happen until a couple of days later. I felt totally normal, not strange in the slightest. I drank a small glass of water, brushed my teeth, changed into some comfy pj’s and went to bed that night. The barbeque had been on Friday afternoon and tomorrow was Monday. I had my lesson plan prepared and everything, ready for another week with my first graders. I hummed gently to myself as I drifted off to sleep.
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As soon as I opened my eyes the next morning I could sense that something was wrong. I don’t know how, but I somehow knew. I sat up in bed and my legs felt cold and sticky and clammy. A little scared to look I took a breath and then moved my heavy blankets aside... then gasped! My sheets were soaked! Along with my pajamas. I didn’t want to believe it, but I already knew what I’d done. I’d seen my little brother do it plenty of times years ago. I’d wet the bed!
“Ugh...” I grunted in disgust at my actions as I moved out of bed to assess the damage more.
After I had showered and dumped everything in the laundry, going to work that day was tough. I tried to have some calming tea and even did an extra session of meditation that day to try and calm my nerves. It helped a little... but then... I realized something was truly wrong when the bedwetting continued for the rest of the week...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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https://zanderchesneyoriginals.tumblr.com/
