Schizophrenia [h.s]

Mia \ #2 \ Part II

"She hated her body because she thought she was fat, she needed help that i knew she won't get, i loved how small she was and how hurt and venerable she was"

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That day Harry found Eva's dead body, was the day Harry had a meeting with his Psychiatrist. Those meeting was only once a month, and just for the recorded, Eva didn't had a clue about his meetings.

Harry didn't had a lot to do before he got out to his way, he needed a shower but he didn't do it. He needed to brush his hair, but he didn't do it. He needed to eat breakfast, or lunch, but he didn't do it.

As he walk out the door, down the stairs of his building, he felt... weird. There was blame wrapping himself, running trough his body, but as the nature of harry, he ignored that. After Harry saw them, he kept walking, keeping his head down, trying the best of him to ignore them, but as the nature of harry, just after he listened to their will, they'll will be gone, so he promised them, he will find her.

always when Harry was walking in the streets, between hurry people, as the nature of Harry, he ignored them.

But now, now it was kind of different to Harry. Every person that walked by him, Harry asked himself 'why are they in such a rush?' or something like 'why or to where the running?' but Harry knew he wouldn't get the answers. Harry always wondered if someone was also like him, seeing them, hearing them, doing as they wish. Harry wanted to know he wasn't the only one that was that weird guy that had imagine shadows or people, but Harry think that if he do find someone like him, it would be when he falling asleep, in his dreams.

Harry didn't had anymore long way to his Psychiatrist. He couldn't stop his toughest that was running on his head. does people stop and thinking the world is beautiful? does people in those days, this century, stopping walking in the middle of the streets, and giving one look, just one look at the city, at those people that running like crazy, looking at the beauty of people, because a lot of people had it. Once, in the old past, for Harry the most beautiful thing that god made was the world. the universe.

But Now, Harry knew that those people won't stop even for a hundredth of a second, because it was a lie.

The world is just a piece that god made and let human destroy what he created.

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At 8:34 Harry was already at the Psychiatrist, waiting for his turn to enter.

At 9:01 Harry entered to his meeting. at the first minutes none of them talked and harry just wanted to run from that room because of that silence that was flying in the room.

And just then, his psychiatrist talked.

"So Harry, how are you feeling today?" he asked while looking down at his notebook and harry didn't answer. he was thinking about Eva and he was debating if to tell about Eva's death or lie. It wouldn't really matter.

"Harry?" harry's psychiatrist zoned out harry from his thinking and harry finally opened his mouth to speak. "My girlfriend left me" It wasn't a lie.

"Do you know why is that?" harry shock his head, and he wasn't lying at all. "well Harry don't feel sad, you don't need to feel sad because it can give you a fresh life, a life you can love, because lest time you were here you weren't happy. you looked miserable" his last meeting with his psychiatrist was about a month ago when he and Eva were in a fight. He didn't knew anything. Harry hated those meeting because they were useless. Harry got up from his seat and walked to the door, planning on getting out of this horrible room. "Harry, where do you think you are going? This meeting isn't over"