For me, life is routine. Routine is everything. Without routine and structure, everything falls apart. Every morning, I wake up at 6:30, take a 7 minute shower and then dry my raven black hair. I pet my cat Gideon on my way down the stairs, he so enjoys playing on the banister. Then I eat my breakfast of toast and scrambled eggs. Afterwards I do my household chores, maybe watch a little T.V. I used to go to work, I had a nice job at as a sales clerk for a high class shoe store. But after the doctors diagnosed me, it was impossible to get a job. Now I live off of the checks I get every month. It's awfully nice of someone to send me such a big check every month. Sometimes I miss going to work though, but how could I? It was as if "Paranoid Schizophrenic" was permanently stamped across my forehead for all to see. Everyone could see it, and I could see them. Judging me. Judging me. That look of superiority etched into their features, those glares of distaste as they walked past me. Always judging. That's why I stopped going outside. What use is going outside in such a hateful and judgemental environment when you can live so comfortably inside the safety of your own home? Of course, they are still there. They are everywhere. They will never go away, but I have come to terms with that. Wherever I go they follow me. Even when I was locked in the big white room they were there. Pointing. Laughing. Mocking. I can't escape.
YOU ARE READING
Paranoiac
Mystery / ThrillerAnna is a young woman with a dark past and a disorder that makes a normal life close to impossible. Having trauma induced Paranoid Schizophrenia makes going to the grocery store an insurmountable obstacle. So when someone starts knocking on her door...
