Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Michael

I sat in the lobby of the asylum slumped in one of the chairs. "Michael Clifford?" Someone called. I moved myself up in my chair. "Yes." I said standing up. "Will you come with me please." The lady said. I nodded following her. "What do we need to talk about?" I asked. "This is about Luke." My eyes widened. "What's wrong with him?" I asked. "We'll talk about that in here."

"So, what's wrong with Luke?" I asked walking around the lady's office. "Michael, you should know that Luke has been here for a year." I nodded. "I know. I've gone to his house looking for him." I said walking over to one of the chairs. "Well, Luke has been suffering from schizophrenia for awhile now. And well Luke thought," she paused. "He thought what?" I said looking at her. "He thought you weren't real." I stared at her confused. "What do you mean?" She shook her head. "Since not seeing anyone outside of here Luke imagined you here with him." I shook my head. "I need to go. I'll be back some time soon." I got up and walked down the short hall back to the lobby.

"How was Luke?" My mom said. I shook my head. "Fucking terrible." I said walking into the kitchen. "He's terrible. Luke doesn't believe I'm real." My mom looked up at me confused. "Luke's been battling schizophrenia." I said. "He doesn't know what real and what's not anymore." I sighed. "Have you talked to his mom?" She shook her head. "She's been in rehab." I shook my head. "What did she do?" I asked. "She got arrested again. Sentenced to three months in the rehab facility." I nodded. "I'm going to see Luke again tomorrow." She nodded. "Are you sure you should go so soon?" I sighed. "He needs to know I'm real."

•Next Day•
I stared at the entrance to the asylum. Mayweather. I shook my head. "How the fuck did you end up here Luke." I said to myself walking in. "Um, may I see Luke Hemmings please." I said to the lady sitting at the front desk. She looked up at me. "I'm sorry Luke may not have visitors at this moment." I shook my head. "Please you don't understand." She rolled her eyes. "Kid, you'll have to wait here then, I'll call you when he's done with therapy." I nodded walking over to a chair.

"What are you here for?" A man asked me. "What?" I said. "What are you here for? What's your disorder?" I shook my head. "I'm here to see someone." I said. "Well good luck with that. No one really gets to see anyone here." I shook my head. "Who's here to see Luke Hemmings!" Someone yelled to me. I stood up. "Where's Luke?" I asked. "That's what we need to talk about." The person said. "What happened?" I said concerned. "Come with me." The person said.

The man rushed me into a room where I saw Luke lying in a bed. There were people standing around him. "What the fuck happened?" I questioned. A boy with dark brown hair turned. "He tried to harm himself." I shook my head. "Fucking hell." I said. "When did he do this?" The dark haired boy looked at him. "Yesterday night." I shook my head. "No, no." I said. "Fuck!" I stormed out back into the lobby.

"What do you mean?" Luke's mom asked. "He did what?" Tears came to her eyes. "Is he alive? Dead? Ready to fucking leave?" I shook my head. "He's alive. He was asleep when I was there." I said. "He doesn't remember who I am." She looked at me her eyes wide. "No," she said. "He really is crazy." I shook my head. "He's not crazy." I looked down. "Mrs. Hemmings we're all crazy. We're all crazy in our own way."

Author's note: I'm sorry I'm updating so late. But hope you liked it the ending wasn't great but whatever.