Unimaginable: A Novella

Prologue

"As of today, July 7th, 2015. You're discharged."

"That's it Miss Haylee. You're okay and you've got your things now right? Congratulations, you survived the Psych ward."

"Thanks?", I nervously replied to the nurse who is currently discharging me from the hospital.

She smiles at me as though trying to make me feel warm and okay as I head out the door. I smiled back, half smiled actually, and I went out the door. I then let out a huge SIGH.

That wasn't so bad. I mean, I just finished a month of staying at the psychiatric ward, no biggie.

Haylee, you had a nervous breakdown and also thought that a certain Ryan Reynolds aka a huge Hollywood celebrity has become your husband in a matter of weeks, not only that you thought that the iconic couple JayZ and Beyonce were hunting you down last month and thought that everybody was out to get you. Yeah right it's no biggie.

Sometimes I wish my conscience would shut up and let me live life whatever I want to think, but no. Conscience, or now maybe I'm thinking my other self, is right. I had Schizophrenia. And it's definitely not a "no biggie."

I walked out of the hospital where it was my home for a whole month and went towards my mom's car. She greeted me with tears.

"My Haylee! Oh my gosh, I missed you so much! Thanks to God you're now okay!!" She runs towards me hugging me tightly.

"Th-ank-s Mom" I couldn't breathe well but I am glad I felt a hug after weeks of not having human touch. I really missed my mom, dad and brothers, who by the way weren't here today since he has school.

"Hey Einstein"

I thought wrong.

"Rico! I thought you had school? Where's Rich?? And would you stop it with the name calling?!"

"Missed you too sis. But I just had to. And Rich has exams today" He was trying to not laugh so hard before saying, "You thought you were much smarter than Einstein soooo..."

"Oh you little runt!" And I didn't hesitate to smack his back after I climbed the back of the car.

"Ouch! You can't hit me. I'm driving you and mom home today. And yes, I know how to drive now."

"Good! Now get me home. I had a pretty rough month."

Rough month indeed. Glad it's all over.

"Oh Haylee, Dr. Montgomery called, he's your new psychiatrist. He told me you'll be starting a group therapy session come Monday. It's at this hospital."

WHAT?! I spilled my drink as I was surprised by the news.

"I-i ha-ave to go back here??"

"Yes, you have to get the treatment honey. So you'll be better."

"But am I not better now?!"

"He says since you have just been discharged, he has to look after your progress closely for a few months, to a year, or... hmm... maybe he said years?"

"YEARS?!" me and my brother both gasped.

"Haylee, Rico, don't raise your voices to your mom! But yes he has to check you in Haylee dear from time to time to see your progress after your episodes."

I was speechless. I thought my nightmare was over. It's actually far from it.

I looked at the sky as my brother drives us through the entrance to the highway, "Oh well. It's the beginning of something new I guess. I'm kind of scared."

"Don't worry honey," my mom assures me, "as long as you're still staying with us, we'll take care of you."

"Thanks mom." Though she's just making me feel better, I feel so different already. Like I'm being treated as a patient, rather as a survivor of something.

I looked back at the hospital, the signage "Grace Toronto Hospital" slowly disappearing from view as we approached the highway going home. The sky was turning dark pink.

It's time I call it a day.