Psychotic ||mgc||

Basket Case

Hi, I'm Michael Clifford. The therapist my Mom makes me see is forcing me to journal my thoughts and feelings. You can't tell but I just rolled my eyes. Anyways...I can't really write down my thoughts because it would freak you out too much. For instance, right now there's a voice in my head telling me to kill someone, creepy right? My Dad always tells me that I should've been the topic of a horror film, Michael...
yeah that would be a stupid movie title.

So like a few years ago I started hearing this voice and it would tell me to do things so I did them..I don't know why but I did. Then the voice kind of..grew? I don't know the word for it but long story short the voice is now connected to a person who I can see and interact with, his name is Calum. No one else can see him though...I don't know why..he comes and goes.

The doctors originally diagnosed me with schizophrenia, when you hear voices other people don't hear or think other people are trying to hurt you. But then something weird happened...the medication I took never worked..Calum didn't go away..and now sometimes other people can see a faded image of Calum. And worst of all Calum can do things on his own..he's a separate person now..The doctors gave me a new medicine to take but I think it's hopeless..I've been like this for a long time.

So since I'm boarder line crazy (probably far over the boarder) I live in a place for insane people, more commonly known as a mental hospital. It sucks. I suck. Life sucks. One thing that doesn't suck is that I do have friends, Luke and Ashton..the only ones who've stayed with me through it all. Luke was actually the first person I told about Calum. He thought I was a dork for having an imaginary friend in year six but even that young I knew Calum was something different. Ashton's like an older brother to me..don't tell anyone.

So she said I should tell you a little about Calum...uh he's nineteen like me. He has black hair with now faded blonde streaks and dark brown eyes. And his arms are painted with a few tattoos like mine. We went to get them together..not matching of course..that would be weird.

I think music always helped me, actually the band I'm listening to now, Green Day, really helped me. The sick guitar solos! I love to play guitar but it's been a while since I've been able to. The best thing I have is guitar hero in the "living room" of the mental hospital. I really am a normal teenager until Calum comes out. No girl would ever believe that.

Speaking of girls...I've never kissed one, I've never dated one, and I'm obviously a virgin. I'm nineteen. That's pathetic. Have I had crushes on them? Sure. Did they like me back? Haha, no. I don't think there is or will ever be another person on this earth that will ever love me. I mean..I'm insane.

"Michael, turn the music down" Calum demanded from the bed across the room.

Michael rolled his eyes "but this is one of my favorites" he whined.

Calum sat up and stretched. His muscles popped through his tan skin and he yawned "turn it down"

Michael obeyed and turned down the music on his speaker.

"What are you writing?" Calum asked noticing Michael had a pencil in his hand.

"Uh, nothing" he replied pushing away the composition book his therapist had given him.

Calum stood up making the bed creak. He slowly walked over to the desk, his black vans scuffed the floor as he did so. He stopped behind Michael's seat "nothing, huh?" He finally spoke, looking at a notebook with terrible penmanship on the lines sitting in front of Michael.

"Yes" Michael reached his hand over and closed the notebook feeling Calum's hot breath run down the back of his neck.

"Are Luke and Ashton coming over today?" He asked.

"Not today" Michael replied with a sigh of relief the subject had changed.

"Shame" Calum walked forward and sat on the right side of Michael's desk "just you and me" he said with a hidden wickedness.

"Yeah, you and me" Michael repeated not knowing what to add to the conversation.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. A women dressed in a lab coat entered the room defeating the purpose of a knock "hello!" She smiled.

"Hello Dr. Haze" Michael tried to make the corners of his mouth rise but failed.

"How are you?" She asked making herself at home and pulling a stool up next to Michael.

"I'm alright" Michael lied knowing she couldn't handle the truth.

"Good!" She smiled again "and how's Calum?"

"I'm fine" he replied staying where he was.

"Fine" Michael repeated.

Dr. Haze wrote something down on her clipboard and then looked up "how's your journal going?" She asked noticing it was sitting across from him.

Michael looked over at it "uh..it's good" he said quietly.

"I knew you were writing something" Calum said reaching over to pick it up.

"No! Stop" Michael grabbed it from him and held if close to his chest "those are my thoughts and feelings"

"You should know by now we share the same thoughts, you'll never lose me" Calum smiled with an evil twist to it.

"So is that alright with you?" Dr. Haze asked.

"What?" He asked realizing she had been talking "is what okay?"

"Moving you to another wing of the hospital" Dr. Haze repeated.

"Why do I have to move?" He asked sitting the journal in his lap.

There was a pause in conversation as she searched for the appropriate words to use.

"Oh I see.." Michael said understanding.

"Michael-"

"No it's okay..it's okay" he looked down at his shoes.

Dr. Haze reached her hand out and rested it against Michael's arm "I want you to get better, I really do"

"It's impossible, I'm incurable" he continued to gaze at the floor.

"You're not incurable, we just haven't found the medicine to do so" Dr. Haze said with a motherly tone.

"Doctor" he said looking up "what the hell is wrong with me?" His voice became darker.

There was an erie stillness in the room "I don't...I don't know"

A blood curdling scream came from down the hall. Dr. Haze looked back to the closed door of Michael's room.

Michael turned around to find Calum had wondered off "shit" he said in a whisper. The windows along the wall shattered "Dr. Haze-"

The lights went out.

The lights came on.

Michael kept his eyes shut too afraid to open them.

"What the hell is wrong with you Michael?" Calum asked.

He slowly opened his eyes to find Calum standing in front of him with a bloody knife in his hand.

"I'll answer that for you" he said bending down and wiping the blade on Dr. Haze's white lab coat "me!" He yelled.