Schizophrenia

[MichelCourfeyrac]

Schizophrenia

Chapter One: Callie

I'm Callie, and I'm eighteen. I decided to write about... About how-

"Cal!" Shadow called up the stairs. He is my older brother by almost three years, and he lives in the room next door. I think that's because he- "Callie!" He yelled again, as he jogged up the stairs, and into my room. "Callie, it's dinner." He murmured fairly quietly, offering me a small, reassuring smile. Shadow was always like that... He got me.

I nodded a little, and stood up from my desk, moving carefully towards him. He held his hands up in defeat, "I know... I know." He muttered, before exiting my room as always, with me trailing a few meters behind. Together, in a way, we went down to the living room, and walked through it towards the dining room. I stared at the collection of people seated around the table, Shadow taking his seat alongside my father.

"For God's sakes!" My father yelled at me, forcing me to jump back in surprise, "Can't you just be normal?! Sit down!" He slammed his hands down beside his plate. Shadow huffed, before standing himself, and taking ahold of the edge of my plate, gracefully leaning over to hand me it. I stared down at my food, before leaving the dining room as silently as I entered, making my way back up to my room, and sitting back on my chair, at my desk, where I always sit.

I picked at my food, barely making a dent. 'You're fat.' She said, sneering as I pushed my plate away and pulled my knees to my chest. 'You're nothing.' She hissed at me.

I whined softly, looking up at her glaring, dark eyes, willing her to stop this torture with my own. The door snapped open, and my head spun around to face the comforting face of Shadow. "Hey, Cal... You finished?" He asked, slowly creeping towards me. I scrambled from my seat, and moved towards the window, running a hand through my hair, as I nodded slowly. He let out a sigh, and took my plate off of my desk, leaving my room again.

Warily, I went back to my seat, looking around for her again.

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Chapter Two: The Day After Yesterday, The Week After Last

I woke up at 7:00 in the morning. Shadow told me that it was the weekend, and that I didn't need to wake up at that time. I simply stared back at him with my pain-filled blue eyes, allowing my bangs to hide majority of my face. She told me I should get it cut this way... She said it was an improvement.

I don't really know why I listen to her. The girl with the red hair, that is. She... She doesn't seem to like me, and I... I don't understand. I guess I do it because she tells me the truth about people... Like Shadow... And how he wa-

"Callie?..." A deep voice said from the door to my room, concern ringing through it. "Callie?!" He asked again, knocking gently on my door. In my silence, I gave him permission to enter, knowing that if it was Shadow, he would've done that in the first place. This must've been my dad...

He pushed the door forwards, invading my space with his prescense. I flinched away, cowering into the corner as he moved in. "Callie, I have someone I'd like you to meet." He half-smiled at me, sympathetically. It was like he thought there was something... different about me. After a moment's pause, he turned back to the door, and waved someone inside.

A tall man walked in, with dark hair that was greying slightly at the roots. He had green eyes, though, which was odd to me... I would've thought that if he had dark hair, he must have dark eyes. I presumed he was wearing contacts, because she told me that he could use them to invade my thoug-

"Callie, is it?" He asked, with a small smile, moving over to sit at my desk. I stared at him with accusative eyes, frowning very slightly. As if realisation had hit him, he stood up, and moved back to join my father's side, who uttered a yes. "Maybe it would be best that you left, Mr. Konensthia?" The man whispered to him, but he wasn't very good at whispering... And I didn't think it was best at all. I hate new people, you see.

The man smiled a little as my father left, shutting the door quietly behind him, leaving us in the eery silence that remained. "I'm Doctor Damon Smith. But please, call me Damon."

"Doctor?..." I whispered, looking up at him with my pained expression, one that had been stuck there since she'd arrived. He nodded slowly, offering a small smile.

"I'm here to help." He said, quietly.

'Liar!' She screamed at him, before looking over at me, my eyes wide as I looked back, 'He's here to lock you up. They think you're mad. I know you're not... Trust me, Cal... I - am - your - only - friend.' She snapped, advancing on me.

I winced, and turned back to the doctor, shaking my head slowly, "I... don't want help..." I whispered, curling up a little more into the corner.

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Chapter Three: The Friends

Damon, after our 'talk', sighed, and stood up. He had been invading my thoughts for a few hours now, but he was done... For today. I looked up at him, as he offered a slight smile. "Do you happen to have any close friends, Callie?" He asked, as he went to leave. I nodded, "Perhaps you should invite them over..." He smiled, before leaving.

I looked towards the red haired girl, who had perched herself on my desk. I quickly got to my feet, and whined, moving towards her, "That's my desk..." I whined, trying to move her off, "Thats my desk!" I protested, before giving up, turning away and hugging myself tightly, "I want my desk," I whispered, hopelessly.

Shadow entered my room, looking at me, "I heard yelling?" He asked, a sympathetic look stuck to his face.

I sighed softly, "Doctor told me to invite over Kait and Victor." I whispered to him, as I moved back over to my bed, sitting down there instead.

"How come you're not at your desk?..." Shadow asked, looking at me, before sighing, "Alright, I'll call them." He murmured, leaving my room, and shutting the door behind him.

Not long after, I heard the front door slam shut, and a chorus of footsteps up the creaky stairs. Kait entered my room, followed by Victor. "HI!" Victor chirped, whirling over to sit beside me. I flinched slightly, and he sighed, scooching away, "I know..." He grumbled.

Kait rolled her eyes at her rather cheerful guy, before moving to sit on my other side, offering a small smile, "Hey, Cal." I look from Victor, to Kait, to the girl. She shook her head, warning me that they weren't to be trusted. I quickly scurried backwards to the wall, which my bed rested against.

Kait looked down, "Callie... Callie, Shadow thinks you're ill." She sighed softly, "He seems to think that... there's something that's not quite right.... He thinks that we can help you." She turned back to look at me, smiling a little.

I whimpered, shaking my head, "I don't want help." I say simply - quietly.

Victor rested his hand over mine, trying to comfort me, "Callie, we can make it better." He smiled softly.

'Don't let them fool you, Callie... He's-' She pointed an accusative finger at Victor, 'He's plotting with her-' She did the same to Kait, 'To try to get you locked up, like that doctor fellow... They'll hurt you... But not me. I wont hurt you. I'm the only one you have, Cal.' She smiled sadistically, 'I can help you... I'll help you get rid of the LIARS.' She screamed, before disappearing.

"I don't want help." I repeated.

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Chapter Four: Puzzle Pieces

Kait grumbled, after an hour or so of trying to bring me around to accepting that I 'needed' help. "This is useless!" She exclaimed, standing up and walking out moodily, slamming the door behind her. I winced slightly, and turned to Victor, who shook his head, and held up his hands as appology.

"Sorry, Cal... She's just worried about you." He murmured, offering a small smile. "I should..." He guestured to my door, and stood slowly, "I'll see you later." Victor said quietly, before also taking his leave.

"Alone, at last." I thought, sighing softly to myself. I was wrong. I jumped as the door pinged open, and a friendly face entered, "Cal?" Shadow asked, quietly.

I nodded, and waved him in. He moved over to sit beside me, "Callie, what's going on?... Why are you always quiet, and untrusting?..." I shrugged some-what, and turned away.

"She tells me to..." I whispered, after a moment's pause.

"Who's she, Callie?" Shadow frowned worridly, "...Callie!" He snapped after a while.

I whined, and curled into a ball slowly, "I... I don't know..." My head snapped up as she growled, shaking her head, as if warning me not to say anything, "Shadow, look..." I pointed over at her, "Shadow, she's there, don't you see?"

He frowned, and turned his head to look at the wall, where I had pointed, "Cal... There's nothing there, Cal..." Shadow instantly became worried, and looked back at me, "Callie..."