[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
Identification:
J-D-F-636, also known as Doorwell Lovemore or Doorwell the Lovemaker, is a Joyling comprised entirely of dough from the outside, but internally remains the same with Joyus as other Joylings. Her feature consisted of a white outline eye with a dark primrose iris and pinkish pupil shaped with a heart-like tail, followed by thick and coarse dough cheeks with the colour of a blossom pink. Her hair is made out of hardened cotton, flattened straight into a cloth-like texture.
In addition, J-D-636 possess unique wings that protrude from her back. The size of these wings reached from head to her hips, capable of lifting things for up to one to three pounds, if it were not for her addiction to candies. These wings are made out of hardened sugar, which is capable of resisting damage equivalent to an arrow.
Notes:
J-D-F-636 was known as a charismatic figure among children due to her excellence with music, lectures, and the role of a 'friend' among the youth in a TV show called 'Lovebloom Lullaby'. Her screenshow channel features a lesson about affection and attachment for one another, which successfully influenced many children in Wiltham to become loving and passionate indirectly.
Recent interviews with locals found that children who were exposed to J-D-F-636 show would immediately shape into optimists seeking attachment and reliance on someone, changing their personality entirely alien to the parents. This charm of a subject has shown how J-D-F-636 would need proper control before her release.
Fortunately, since J-D-F-636 is compliant and understanding, every staff member is allowed to interact with J-D-F-636 to boost her release. However, a precaution for J-D-F-636 interaction is still necessary to avoid unwanted accidents similar to F-M-R-303.
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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, Dorriel. 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. Maybe that's what I got from a brother named Samuel.
"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 Samuel 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. Samuel, 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.
"Samuel, what is this? Are you having fun with your sister?" My mother comes for him with such a happy face.
"She's...nothing. I just found her here and tried calling her out. Dorriel's acting too tired, mother."
"Samuel, you don't know when to stop, didn't you? Troubling your sister isn't that good, you know?" My father replied happily at him. He was such a bold and brave man, I like how he handled the issue without an anger.
"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 Samuel, 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, Samuel?" 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, Samuel 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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[10:15-Monday-Home]
My home is not far from this place, he said. But I still couldn't find a glimpse of a beautiful garden waiting for me in this grey town we called a human world. It didn't take long for me to realise that the number of steps we're taking and the turns we had were merely a test for Dorriel's physical.
"*Pant* *Pant* *Pant* Are we...are we there...there yet...?" I plead for Volcker with my last breath.
"*Pant* Mr...Volcker...please..."
"*Pant* Please tell me...we're there..."
It's hard to say that I could survive without candy. The moment I stopped eating anything sugary as a sugar, I could feel my skin crumbling with each step I took. My body is jolting with a pain I couldn't endure, and I'm always at the thought of breaking anytime. From which my body started to be burned, I became more aware of life outside the garden.
"What's wrong with you, Dorriel? Move on..."
"Oh, little fairy needs a sugar, did she? Don't worry, little girl. We always have a present for one sweetest daughter of ours~"
"Ap! Ap! No!"
My mother was about to offer me a sweet candy, but Dr Volcker had to intervene. When he sees her holding a wrapper of a yellow candy I've never seen before, Volcker quickly stands between the two of us and snatches that candy nonchalantly. How cold, even my mother didn't expect that out of a kind man like him.
But it was reasonable, because everyone knew that I couldn't indulge in a tempting sweet anymore. But how can I resist myself from not taking one after the feeling it gave me? These candies gave me so much power and strength as a matchmaker, sending Doorwell 80 studs ahead in 0.3 Doorseconds. So, how can I resist?
"Hey...! What was that for? My sweet little fairy needed some sweet treatment!"
"Well, I wouldn't say that she could have it."
"So...tired...augh...I'm so...so...tired..."
"So...tired! Aagh!"
I fell to the fragility of my cookie's digestive system. Love really needs so much strength and a sweetness to bear fruit, a life out of a tree. It is a bittersweet gift for a child that teaches them about maturity. But such love was limited to one's fear of crumbling by indulgence, let alone being feasted on by external hatred.
Oh, I think I made a silly word there due to my reading experience with Graham. I'm just weak without a candy.
"Dorriel! What's the matter? You look pale like a ghost!" My dad came to me with a shocked face. There's only a sweat of a girl who worked hard every day on this ground. But maybe she should've thought of a raspberry mask next time she was running around like a human. Now she reeks of ginger, too.
"You smell like ginger, Dorriel." My mother sniffs.
We were at home at last. From what I can hear with these conscious ears and shuteye, while being dragged by my lovely family above their shoulders, my home was somewhere with a faint glimpse of a coastal tide. I can hear the ocean, but I can't hear the excitement from the beach.
"Alright...goodnight, Dorriel! Oh, we're such a happy family!"
"We love our daughter, that's why!"
I can feel my body lying on something soft, but I can't open my eyes. Then I heard two footsteps leaving, somewhere I couldn't hear well with my numb body. But I could hear two familiar voices, both of which were the voices that spoke loudly beside me.
"Mr. Samuel, care to tell your parents to come here? I had something important to tell them." Dr Volcker stops my brother by the door.
"Just tell me now. I can handle the house for Dorriel..." He replies kindly.
"It's just about her other trait. I didn't wish to leave her unattended because I was afraid she would consume sweets during my absence."
"Is that supposed to be bad?"
"Yes. She isn't supposed to eat them because she has a terrible effect with it. Candies, sugars, anything sweets...you tell it. It has the same influence to her as much as a cocaine."
They were talking about my love for the candies. Dr Volcker still calls it an addiction, huh? I guess Doorwell just love it when something is sweet, that she never learned to stop. How can such a thing be so bad? But it makes me so weak, too. Big brother Samuel didn't even believe it when he called it an 'addiction'.
"Elaborate." Samuel uttered with such a grim.
"We find the studio she was working in creating a candy made out of an excessive amount of sugar and perhaps even a worse kind of sweetener. The candy was called L.O.V.E, which was distributed only for the Joylings, not the humans." He had a piece of that candy. I could hear the wrapper from a distance.
"It was meant for her and her people to consume everyday so they can keep up on the stage without getting tired. But it does the effect as much as a cocaine does to a man."
"A temporary jolt of adrenaline, and then a terrible end that makes you as weak as a spaghetti."
"Spaghetti..." I muttered.
"So you're telling me that Doorwell was a drug-addict?"
"Sadly, yes. But she just recovered, so you don't have to worry about that. But what you have to be worried about is that she is in a withdrawal phase. So please, "
"Alright. If you say so. Stupid thing to hear today...drug-addicted sister..."
After that, I could only fall into a deep sleep. It was too tiring, but I know Doorwell didn't have to wake up all day because she didn't have to go to class anymore.