[Rehabilitation Document]
Subject name: Doorwell Lovemore
Subject's ID: J-D-F-636
Age: 16
Height: 5′7 feet.
Weight: 16 kg
Recovery progress: Well
History:
J-D-F-636, also known as Doorwell Lovemore or Doorwell the Lovemaker, is a Joyling adorned with a magenta hairstyle, a pinkish facial outline between her eyes and mouth along with heart-shaped pupils, and dough-based cheeks that seemingly appear solid.
Moreover, J-D-F-636 possesses wings that she is capable of using for flight. These wings protrude from her back by force, leaving an essence of Joyus leaking from the root yet providing no pain when being used. These wings are seemingly made of feathers, making them lightweight and accessible when she wants.
Notes:
J-D-F-636 has a concerning addiction to drugs known as L.O.V.E. These drugs were manufactured in Southeast Asia using to create J-D-F-636 into a Joyling. The process follows through the gingerbread cookie recipe, with a few replacements of ingredients such as hallucinogenic ginger herb and Morroco's expensive sugar. While we haven't dived yet with Joylingers business branches, we consider that J-D-F-636 might have been an asset for the business.
This addiction resulted in J-D-F-636′s strong craving for the drug, often refusing to cooperate or interact with anyone when she was not under the effect. It is worth noting that her skin colour is a result of ginger-based hue, and not that J-D-F-636 have any African-related ethnicity. In fact, she was more of a Scottish.
J-D-F-636 seems to have a strong relationship with J-P-F-001. However, this relationship is only regressing more of her mental stability as this relationship is affected in a negative light. Some staff seemed to suggest this relationship also supported her addiction.
Dr Volcker Forger, who was known for helping substance abuse patients from Indonesia for six years, was an efficient candidate to help J-D-F-636 battle her addiction. Not only was he efficient in his work, but he was also friendly among Joylings and made more than 10 connections aside from J-D-F-636.
J-D-F-636 has improved most of her life, even reducing her addiction to null and fully recovering the second before J-P-F-001. However, this recovery must first be confirmed by the board of directors before J-D-F-636 can be released.
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[9:30 AM-Monday-Institute]
Alas, I was finally alone. Now that Pearl and her family are leaving me, I could finally have a taste for this one last candy before I return to my family home. I just had to be quick before my family finished with their errands.
"Hehehe..." I open the wrap, ready to eat it again as I have always been.
"Here we go, friend. Just one more..."
I didn't waste any more time and chew on that sweet candy again. The doctors always forbade me from eating them because they said it was not good for me. But I didn't care because I liked this candy more than I ever learned to resist it. How can something this sweet be so dangerous?
"Aah... that's so much better..." I finish, quickly throwing that one wrapper into the trash bin.
It should've been the last one. They haven't made this type of candy anymore since I left the studio. So, feeding on this candy was a desperate call in my last wish before leaving this place. By any means, one candy shouldn't be enough to change what Mr Volcker had been trying to help me with.
"Don't think about it, Pearl. Don't think about it..."
"I'm feeling better. That's what matters here..."
"Dorriel, what are you doing here? Mom and Dad are looking for us—"
Out of nowhere, my brother just happened to catch me from behind. His left arm was on my shoulder, and my instinct was quick to stop him. But when I thought he had noticed me using those candies, I was so wrong.
"I didn't eat anything!" I pushed him by his stomach. The poor human didn't deserve it, but I was too scared. Shame could not describe what I felt for him when I saw his saddened and pitying face for that punch. The only thing I could do is to ask for mercy with him.
"Dorriel, what is wrong with you?!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was scared! I thought you were—you were—someone!" I tried comforting him. But Darren felt too much from my terrible manner. I feel so terrible.
"Do you have to punch me, then? That hurts, you know?"
I worried he would cry for more! I thought humans would be happy all day, but Pearl was right! They could be so saddened and unpredictable. Darren, who I just made unhappy, is now feeling more than hurt from me. But before I could do much to help him from his sadness, our parents came first.
"Darren, what is this? What are you doing with your sister?" My mother begging for him.
"She's...nothing. I just found her here and tried calling her out. Dorriel's acting too tired, mother."
"Darren, for goodness sake. Dorriel needs to recover after everything she has seen. Don't push her," My father replied angrily at him. He was such a bold and brave man, and my brother did not deserve to be saddened even worse!
"Now say sorry to her. Dorriel, forgive your brother, please."
"Y-you're forgiven, brother! No need to worry. There's always love for all of you!"
I always have a place for love. My role in the studio had always been a forgiving one, and I could never let my brother feel terrible under my care. My arm was reaching for him, as I wished only a peace between us. And perhaps to erase that cry.
"How could you...I mean, okay. Thank you..." He replied. That was a strange response. For a moment after I forgave Darren, he wanted to accept me, but then he was holding it back. Did I do something wrong? I thought forgiving would make people happy.
"Are you okay, Darren?" I asked him.
"Come on, mother. Guide the way." He can't hear me, I must have spoken too low.
The humans are more intricate than I thought. Passion didn't seem to flow freely within their hearts, and it is unbelievable that they weren't too happy for long. Though my human parents were still loving and caring for me, Darren was more distant than I thought, as if he was—disturbed.
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[9:45 AM-Monday-Outside]
I went outside the Institute and got to see the sun, and it was so bright that I almost got blinded! Luckily, my wings protected me from its heat. I didn't realize how I underestimated Graham's words about the sun being made of pure fire. I could feel it rubbing my skin, leaving a weird feeling of warmth yet an unpleasant scorch.
"Uhm, Dorriel?"
My father was so astonished by my wings that he even asked if I could lay him under the sun. Of course, I gave my wings to protect him from that blazing heat. Not even I could handle them, but the humans? I couldn't blame them for being too weakened by it.
"Hahaha...I could never be bored by the wing of my daughter. Now I can tell everyone Dorriel is the saint she was!"
He complimented me while he had me up in his arms. I didn't expect that he could lift me! This was the first time I ever felt flying without moving my wings. He called me a saint, and I think it was also the first time I ever have been called something more than a winged girl or an angel.
"Dad, put her down. She could hurt herself." Darren mumbled.
"Oh, have a cheer for her, can you? Dorriel is having the time of her life here! Right, daughter?"
"Yeah! I feel great!"
We were heading down the hill with Dr Volcker, and I couldn't express how I hated that word. Luckily, I didn't walk, I fly! I made some humans jealous with my flying skills. Mom and Dad didn't like that I got away without even laying a foot like them.
"Doorwell, get down. Your family loves you enough not to let you fly above their heads." Dr Volcker scolded me for trying to be swift.
"But I don't like walking! That's too tiring for me!"
The humans really hate it when I use my wings. I fly when I can and when I have to, but the humans couldn't understand that. They said I was too lazy when I used this as if I was as lazy as lying on a couch. But Dr Volcker's words are one that I couldn't defy, which makes me unwillingly step down.
"Aww, I'm too slow! I couldn't run any further!" I was a patient girl. I tried my best, and I didn't take any attention from it.
"Get used to it, then. You'll be running a lot." Darren said.
"What? No!"
Walking around like humans was a cost of sacrifice. I have to walk down the hill for the rest of the trip, and my human family hasn't been tired yet. How can they do this? Joylings made it easy, but it was always hard! My legs started to tremble even after my family convinced me to walk Dorwellion times!
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[9:55-Monday-Village]
We arrived at a somewhat a place. Dr Volcker calls it a village, and the humans and I are supposed to hide from the other humans in it. We were walking between the trees and heading into a lonelier, boring path. And we were supposed to do so by walking.
"Don't worry. I'm just helping you escort Dorriel safely."
Dr Volcker was coming with us for some reason. I didn't know why he was willing to do all of this for me, which somewhat made me appreciate him more. But we've passed like many Dorweters with foot for a place I didn't even know yet. I can feel my legs wriggling from walking.
* Pant* *Pant* *Pant*
"So...tired...augh...I'm so...so...tired..."
"So...tired! Aagh!"
I fell on the road, trying my best to walk on two feet like a human, but it was hard when you only ate one candy per day. The cafeteria doesn't even give me sweets anymore, and they expect me to walk on two feet? They must be out of their heads.
"Dorriel! What's the matter? You look pale like a ghost!" My dad came to lift me up in his arms. I sweat so much, and I couldn't see with my teary eyes. Gosh, it reeks like ginger when you're sweating so much in this heat without icing makeup. I should've asked for that raspberry mask from Pearl before I left.
"You smell like ginger, Dorriel." My mother sniffs.
"You didn't even make it more than ten steps. How are you so weak?" Darren mumbled.
"Darren!"
My family was worried for me! They were circling me like the trees, trying to grow me back. But they did not know how much candies made me a Joyling I am. My stomach is slowly twisting in my head, and I can barely tell the colour coming from the woods. But I can still hear their desperation, trying to lift me up.
My father was carrying me in his arms while my wings were covering his forehead, trying to give me a lay from the scorching heat. As desperate as I was, Dr Volcker knew what was happening to me. The sweet was just too tempting to be ignored.
"I have to tell you something. About Doorwell—I mean, Dorriel." He stood out before me.
"Your daughter...is a substance abuse victim."
"Excuse me...?"
My mother couldn't hear that right. Dr Volcker needs to raise his tone more when he speaks. Now, everyone had to re-hear what he was saying again, and he wasn't so self-aware about it. He just decided to talk as silently as the wind in my ears. I can't even tell if there's winds in my ears.
"I know, I know...it's hard to believe, but Dorriel has an addiction to candies."
"So do most kids, but we don't call me sweet addicts, do we?" My dad replies.
"No, no. The candies she's eating...it's not candy. It's something else."
I don't understand what's happening, but they called my love for candies an abuse. I don't understand, I don't abuse candies! I eat them. But what I find more surprising is how the family reacted to this news. I thought they would've been slightly off the tune, but they were frozen.
Everyone went silent after that. My father still carries me, but he has his eyes focused on Dr Volcker. I don't really know what happened, but I could hear mumbling and a stare at me. They weren't happy when they looked at me. Did I do something wrong to them?
"Elaborate." My mother was so serious that she had her arms crossed.
"The Joylingers studio made this sort of drug disguised as a candy for your daughter to eat consistently. They were trying to use it to made her—that."
"The thing is, we've had a long fight with her sweet abuse. She was battling so hard, she nearly passes out so much. We've had to put her to ER six times a week."
"Dorriel was convinced by Sebastian it was a candy. That candy she ate slowly turns her away from the human physiology. When we find her back in the studio..."
"She was eating over an entire vault of L.O.V.E candies by herself. Now, she was battling that addiction..."
"D-Dorriel?" My mother called me. Her eyes were wide open, and she was far more saddened than before. She even started to cry because of me.
"I'm...so...tired..." I replied. Can't think clearly than a wonderful place to lay myself.
"Oh, my angel...graceful, but at what cost...?" My father cried for me.
"Sniffing drugs at a young age, Dorriel? Heh, Edric would love to hear that story..." Darren was smiling for me! I feel much happier to see him smiling. It wasn't just a smile that he gave to me! He was also praising me for eating those candies. I knew someone would understand what I did wasn't something terrible.
"Hehe, thanks...brother..." Then I pass out afterwards.