Imaginary Touch

Prologue

My name is Brionna. I live alone,in a house my mother got me,about two blocks away from the hospital,so that the paramedics could get here fast if they really need to...and they've needed to come tend to me at least twice this month. You see,my 'family' including my mother,are 'terrified' of me. My mother put up with me only two years..I was 18 at the time. I got put on medication to help prevent hallucinations. However,over the past year..the hallucinations became too much for my mother to deal with. I remember the day it all started clearly. It was breakfast time,I was sitting at the table with my sisters.All of a sudden...I saw a man,standing next to my mother. His eyes,blood shot, his lips pale so..so pale. He looked at me,faintly smiled,slowly dragged his feet across the floor over to me. I sat there staring at him as he stared at me. My mother gave me a worried look. My sisters inched away form the table...they knew something was going to happen. The man that stood before me raised his hand to my face. He rested it on my check. I was calm at first...then he opened his mouth slowly. When he did I saw all that came out were spiders. His fingers I could feel were digging into my skin...I started to scream....I of course though it was real..it felt that way at least. "BRIONNA STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!" My mother ordered me running over to me and holding me down..you see,I didn't know this but I was the one making myself bleed. But I didn't know. "CALL THE SPECIALIST NOW!" I remember hearing my mother scream to my father as she had to pin me to stop me from causing myself harm. But in my mind....it wasn't me. The man was still attacking me. The spiders that had spilled from his mouth now craw all over me. "GET THEM OFF OF ME!" I screamed as I cried and squirmed. "GET THEM OFF!" I still see the image of looking over at my father,tears streaming down his face as he frantically talked on the phone. He looked at me and there was a look in is eyes..that look in his eyes will never leave me. Seconds after he hung up the phone he ran over to my mother and helped to keep me from moving. My sisters in the corner of the kitchen both hutlled up,fear in there eyes. At the time I understand,you know,I mean theres a freak show of a man attacking me...and my parents are no where to be found..in my mind I was all alone..with that thing. Looked at the door,the door knob was busted clean off as my doctor and my specialist came to my parents rescue. My doctor rushed over to the cabinet in the kitchen, took out a caped syringe. 2 weeks before he had instructed my mother to keep them somewhere where they were easy to get to..god I hated those damn things. "IM NOT CRAZY YOU DONT GET WHAT ITS LIKE! IM NOT FUCKING CRAZY." I pleaded with Doctor Wylen. It was of no use and it was too late....I could feel the needle was pierced into my neck...that is the only spot the sedatives seemed to work for me. I began to slip away into the black of sleep. When I awake,I wasn't in my room. No,that would be too fucking risky...I was in a padded cell.With nothing but a single persons bed,and a still haunting window about the length of the room it's self. But I couldn't see past it..I could only see myself. That reflection. I can't even look at myself in the mirror for too long without without smashing it....I've had 3 mirror replacements in the last month. In that room,in that cell,it felt like I was an animal in a cage that people could just come and look at. It was terrible. On my last day there,Doctor Wylen gave me a heart rate monitor wrist band. Two years later and I still have it. The woman won't let me get rid of it. But,every 2 days she calls me. She'll keep me on the fucking phone for hours until I tell her EVERY detail of that day. She wants to make sure I don't need to be given sedatives or taken to the hospital. But,that woman gets on my nerves. This house my mother got me is pretty spacious. A master bedroom,a bed that fits to people..though when you're like me...no ones gonna wanna sleep on the other side.....,a walk in closet,a bathroom that's half the size of my bed room,a bath tub that's also a shower,a small living room area,with one 3 person couch. No tv. I hate the outside world. And finally,a kitchen. No knives. Doctor Wylen had them all removed after...the incident....I still have a pink line across my wrist. Doctor Wylen comes and visits every 2 weeks. She brings me food and 'talks' with me. But really I mean treat me like I'm a lab rat and study my behavior,thoughts and what I say. Even though she's a bother,she's really my only friend. She sometimes brings my mother with her to visit..and every time she's on edge.
My name is Brionna Moon,I'm 20 years old,and I have schizophrenia.