schizophrenia

"Victoria" a cold voice whispered in my ear. I shivered and began to ascend the stairs back upstairs. "Victoria, leaving so soon?" The voice cackled harshly. "I don't think so" I started to run up the stairs now, tears spilling down my face. "Victoria!! I told you not to leave" the voice screeched in my ear, as I reached the final step. The basement door slapped violently in front of me.

"LEAVE ME ALONE?! What do you want from me!" I cried, "MOMMY!!!! MOMMY!!!!" I began to call at the top of my lungs.

"Shut up you brat!" It yelled. I began to rehearse the bible like I was taught too, in church, if I was ever approached by a demon. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" It cried out in pain "you will pay for that!" Suddenly I was thrown down the stairs to the solid floor. My head crashed against every step, my arm twisted in a way that I knew was not right. I was lying at the bottom of the stairs whimpering for help, the last thing I heard was a hair standing cackle and I was out cold.

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Hi, my name is Victoria Elizabeth panner. I am diagnosed with schizophrenia. I was diagnosed when I was 5 years old, after moving into my house in Indiana state. I am now 14 years old and live in an insane asylum. I am 5'6 and have dark brown hair, with light green eyes, and a very faire skin completion. I am going to tell you my story of how it all started. I know I'm not schizophrenic because I don't imagine people talking to me or anything stupid like that, I just relive my memories of that dreadful house when I'm asleep. I am always heavily drugged, and usually can't speak. All I can manage is low creepy moaning noises. I have never attacked anyone before, but they think I'm gunna 'hurt myself' so I have restrains on my arms, that pull them across my chest. After being in this insane asylum for 2 years my family had stopped visiting me. They began to think it was pointless. I missed my big brother James, he was 2 years older then me and looked nothing like me. He had light blond hair and blue eyes, with a tanned completion. He looked like my mother I looked like my father. But I remember when I was little before I was diagnosed, he cared for me so much, we would play all day, he would always include me in games with his friends. He still does care, he sends me letters, and my helpers read them to me. Man I miss my brother. Well this was me introducing myself to you guys. I will now start with my story, I will prove to you I'm not insane, and that there are really demons. And this is how it started.......