Schizophrenia

Chapter 2 :

Yo ! How's it going peeps ? I'm good thanks for asking ! ( I need to get a life) soooooo ! I'm back ! I don't know if you realised but I put a song at the first chapter, and I will do that for all of the chapters, so that at the end of the book I can make a playlist :-)
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Every other freckle - Alt j

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wake up you piece of shit

No.

get up, or...

Or what ?! Haven't you made me suffer enough already ?!

oh darling... if you think this is pain, you haven't even tasted it yet.

My eye lids were burning, I knew it was daytime because I could see the slight orange shade of my lids.

I slowly opened my eyes, fluttering them a couple of times to adjust to the light.

When my eyesight was finally back to normal I looked around and saw nobody.

nobody.

well what did you expect ? some flowers ? get over yourself.

I let out a loud sigh, I tried to push myself up but as soon as my feet landed on the floor I was interrupted by a very manly low, raspy voice, telling me to stop.

get up.

I honestly preferred listening to the voices, so I carried on trying to stand up, but I lost my balance and fell back onto the bed.

" I told you to stop." that raspy voice again said, I then realised that I hadn't looked up to see were the voice came from, just expecting to be the voices again, and when I did look up to see who the voice came from, nobody was there.

I scanned everywhere but nothing was there.

it wasn't us.

Yeah right as if I believe you.

well believe what you want.

I set my head back down on my pillow, taking a deep breath in, but not letting anything out, it was then that I noticed that I had a bandage around my forearm.

I shot up and saw that I was in a hospital room, and remembered everything.

you can't afford another night, you have to get out of here.

No shit Sherlock ?

watch it.

Sorry.

I closed my eyes to think, and clasped my hand around my head. when I was frustrated I pulled my hear as hard as I  possibly could, to try and  match the pain that I feel on the inside all the time, with pain of me pulling my hair.

but this time the pain just didn't match, and I couldn't cope.

everything was crashing down on me, the weight of everything.

I'm alone.

I'm schizophrenic.

I live on the streets.

I am scared.

I am ugly.

I killed my mother.

I am crazy.

I am Beatrice Glass

and,

I am a nobody.