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Another random story I made, the one where the girl's going to die. Yeah. Here's Chapter one. Chapter 2 will be up soon. And then Chapter 3. Still have to type up the rest of Chapter three and then type up Chapter 4....oh you get the picture.





Chapter 1


There wasn’t a speck of blue in the sky. Clouds covered the blinding sun with their gray build and little droplets of water splashed across the ground. Children’s’ shoes made ripples in all the little puddles as they played in their raincoats, laughing and enjoying the dreary day. Yet, this story isn’t about the wonders of rain and the laughing of children. No. It is about a girl. A girl who hears voices in her head and cowers in fear from all the images laid out before her eyes. That young girl, is me. I have been diagnosed with one of most severe mental disorders out there in the cruel world, and it’s known as Schizophrenia. I am withdrawn from everyone, even my own family. They took me out of school, so now I stay in the house. I can’t go outside to enjoy the refreshing rain, or play with all the other children, because the fear me. They all run away when they see me, but they don’t see me anymore. I am locked in my bedroom, where no light can enter because the black curtains are covering the glass behind them.

I am telling you this story, because soon, I will be sent off to a mental hospital, where all the children with mental disorders are sent. Their parents don’t want them. Parents don’t care for them, so they send them to a place where they don’t have to deal with them anymore. My parents, they are scared, and they’re sending me to this place, even though they say they want me to be cured. I can see in their eyes that they think I will never be the daughter they once knew, that they will never see their little baby girl again. That I will forever be this way. And in truth, I think they’re right. I will never be cured and I will be forced to live in a hospital for my entire life.

Today, I will be driven away from the home I once knew. The place I have lived all my life, and be in a building where they will conduct all these tests on me, to try and find a cure, even though there isn’t one. I am lying in my warm bed, my eyes closed, trying to tune out all the voices in my head. They’re disturbing voices, voices that seem like they’re just thoughts of others. They’re voices of death and darkness, speaking as if in a different tongue. Ones of hell. Images flash in my mind, images of all the voices. I couldn’t tune them out, and it seemed like I am drowning in a black sea with no escape. They’re pushing me down, father and farther into the deep and that’s when my eyes open. In front of me is a man, and at first, I think it’s one of my hallucinations, so I try to move far away from this person, but then I see it’s just my father. I don’t speak so he speaks in a soothing but worried voice. “Felicity, we have to go now.” With that he leaves and I just sit up, wrapping my arms around my pale legs. I don’t want to go, but I know I have to. I want my parents to stop worrying. So, after a couple of minutes, I climb off of my bed, and grab the backpack that is propped up against the wall near the window. My hand reaches for the black curtain, tearing it away a little bit, leaving just a small crack for my cold, gray eyes to peer through. The rain is making a pitter-patter sound against the window pane and leaving small streaks down the length of the glass. I can see little shapes down below that belong to the neighborhood children, and my little sister. I don’t want to leave her, but I have to, because I scare the little girl with her silky, long blond hair. My hair’s different from the rest of my family, with it’s short brown cut. I guess I will always be different.

Walking away from the window, I turned around and left the small room, the voices still there, but distant. There were shadows surrounding me, each of a person that I never knew. I tried to push them away as I walked down the stairs and to the front door where my parents were waiting. The shadows stayed behind me as I walked, and as I stopped, they disappeared. I didn’t dare look at my parents as they led me out to the car, and I didn’t even glance at all the children running away as I came outside. I got in the small car, in the backseat as my mother took the driver seat. I could hear a knock on my door, and I only took a glance when I saw my sister. I don’t know what she was doing until she lifted her hand and placed a piece of paper against the rain streaked window. I could only make out a few words from the now wet message until all of the words disappeared. I…..miss…..you. That’s what the letter said, and then I saw my father lift her up and take her away. I looked away from the window and back down at the car floor. I thought I scared my little sister. She always ran away with her friends when they saw me. She never came to my room or spoke to me, even when I didn’t have my disorder. I guess I never fully understood her, or fully paid attention enough to know she would write that on the little piece of ripped paper.

My mother backed out of the driveway, and drove away from the little house, and never muttered a word as she drove towards the hospital. I didn’t say anything either, since all those voices started to grow and grown, and all those shadows started reappearing, adding on to the voices, making it hard to understand any of the words. I kept on hearing laughter. Children’s laughter. The laughter of my sister. It’s like she was there, but I knew she wasn’t. It was just mixed in with the others, like all the demonic voices were torturing me. And I knew they were trying to torture my very soul until I went completely crazy. Why can’t they just stop?

I heard the engine’s purr stop and one of the car doors open. I looked up, and I saw my mother wasn’t in the car anymore. She left me to suffer all the shadows and voices until I am truly in the abyss. Then, as I was about to let out a scream, the door next to me opened ajar and then fully to show my mother, completely undrenched by the rain. Then I noticed the umbrella that was high above her head. She waited for me to get out of the warm car, yet it wasn’t so warm for me. I climbed out, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. Keeping my under the umbrella, my mother motioned forward, and as she began to walk, I walked with her, the shadows close behind me. The voices started to fade in the distance, but then stopped just below a whisper. They kept on telling me to go out into the rain and not care if I got wet. I tried to tune them out, but they kept on telling me to do this, even when we stepped into the depressing building. It looked more like a jail than a hospital with its monotone brick gray walls and with barely any windows.

My sneakers hit the linoleum floors as we walked up to a small mahogany desk. A stout lady with glasses that were placed upon her face, sitting on her nose, looked up at my mother and then at me. I turned away at the stare, but then one of the shadow people stood in front of me. They were smiling down at me and stretched out a dark hand to touch me. Before it could touch me though, my mother took my hand and dragged me with her. We were now following the lady down a hallway with a million doors. Some doors were ajar, and as I glanced at one of the rooms, I saw a boy that looked around my age, screaming. I cowered against my mother at the sight, and she pulled me closer. I felt like a little child, scared to be separated from my mother, from fear of being taken by all those monsters and being eaten.

We stopped at the end of the hallway, and I was still clutching onto my mother’s body. I moved with my mother into the room and as I looked up slightly, I still felt like I was being sent to a jail. The rooms were still brick, except white, and there was a normal and hospital bed. There was also a little desk with a little stack of paper and a pen placed on top of it. My mother was speaking to the other women, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. The voices were still stuck in my mind, and they would never go away. They were drowning out all the voices in the outside world, so I would never know what others were saying to me. Especially now.

My mother was pushing me away from her warm body, but I wouldn’t let go. I wouldn’t look up into her worried face either. I just wanted to get away from this horrid place, but my mother wanted me to stay.

When they finally pulled me away, I looked up. My mother was walking away, never saying a word to me, but just looking. Scared. Like how I was when I clenched my hands onto her jacket when I saw that young boy screaming. I want to scream now, because I only caught one last glance at my mother as she exited out and the door was shut behind her. I felt like I wanted to scream as loud as that boy, and maybe even louder. It’s like my lungs want to burst, but I keep on trying to hold it in.

That’s when all the voices started screaming, As if they want me to just to let it all out. But I can’t. I can’t let all those feelings show. If I let them show, the people surrounding me, all of the one’s that aren’t apart of my mind, will be even more afraid of me than before. But all the people I loved, all the people kept close to my heart, have all been erased from my life. I’m in a place where strangers surround me. Strangers that scare me. People who are like me. Different. People that have been shut out, away from the world where people fear them. People on the outside world think we’re freaks and maybe they’re right. Maybe we are freaks and shouldn’t even have existed yet did.

The voices grew stronger, and I clutched my head and slid to the floor. They were yelling at me to scream, forcing me. My hands were gripping my hair, almost tearing my strands of hair out one by one, until I felt a hand touch me. I suddenly tore my hands away and looked up, my eyes filled with tears. It was the shadow from before, the one that smiled at me and tried to touch my skin. I suddenly backed away until I was pinned against a wall. The shadow tried to speak; at least I think it did. I could only make out a few words between all the screams inside my head. “Don’t be afraid.” Those were the words that I heard from the shadow. The shadow came closer and closer, and I had no way of escape. My eyes were filled up with fear as it was just inches away from me. That’s when I got up and ran to the door. When I tried to turn the knob though it was locked. I was trapped inside. I looked around the room, but there wasn’t anything that could help me.

All of a sudden, everything went black, and the last thing I felt was a hand brushing up against me.