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the original schizoprenia story

   
schizophrenia
n. noun   
Any of a group of psychotic disorders usually characterized by withdrawal from reality, illogical patterns of thinking, delusions, and hallucinations, and accompanied in varying degrees by other emotional, behavioral, or intellectual disturbances. Schizophrenia is associated with dopamine imbalances in the brain and defects of the frontal lobe and is caused by genetic, other biological, and psychosocial factors.
Only a short while ago, there was a girl named Irene. Irene was schizophrenic, so she hallucinated many things. She saw a spotted dog and bright blue butterflies, and they both disappeared when she touched them. But she always believed, knew, they were both real.

    Irene's life was a bit out of the ordinary, though. She started going to school in first grade, skipping kindergarten. She liked her life at home much more than the one at school.

    At school, Irene was made fun of quite a lot. She would run down the halls, chasing the spotted dog. She would reach out in front of her to touch the blue butterflies that faded away.

    "Irene, do you see the butterflies?" they would tease. "Oh no, Irene," they would call, "the dog is going to bite you!"

    This made Irene angry and sad, and she tried to think of a plan to get away from all the teasing and be alone for once. One day she followed the bright blue butterflies, who led her into a dark forest. She followed them for quite a while, until deep in the forest, she reached out and touched them, trying to cup them in the palms of her hands.

    They faded away, first their wings, and then their bodies. Irene looked up from where they had been, and in front of her there was a small log cabin. Mist surrounded the house, and the windows were completely fogged up. Irene was scared.

    Then Irene realized how cold she was. It was the middle of winter, which Irene had not added into her plan as she should've thought, and her fingers were starting to turn blue.

    Shivering with icy cold, she headed towards the house, hoping for warmth. She smiled as the warm mist around the house engulfed her. Her fingers became their normal color again.

    She walked through the open door and gasped. The spotted dog was in the cabin, sitting comfortably in a chair. "Hello," he barked. "Take a seat," he smiled, and motioned towards an armchair across from him with a paw. So Irene did.

    "Irene, you must be tired," the dog panted. "Take a nap." So Irene did.

    "Irene!" the dog called out when she was sleeping. "Time to get up! Wake up." So Irene did.

    And when Irene did wake up, the spotted dog was gone.

    In his place, there was a huge, furry monster with sharp, long teeth, and it grinned. It got up and grabbed Irene. It stood her up and placed her in the center of the room.

"Tell me who you are and you shall not die," it rasped. "If you answer wrongly, you shall suffer pain."

    Irene gulped. "I-I'm Irene."

    "Incorrect!" it screeched, and threw Irene against the wall.

    Irene woke again in the chair, and the monster stood her up again. It had enormous bat wings now, and it had grown claws.

    "Who are you?" it asked again, its voice more threatening and raspy.

    "I'm schizophrenic," Irene replied, guessing that she was definitely correct this time. But the monster screamed, "Incorrect!" And Irene was thrown against the wall. But this time, the monster used its newly-grown claws to tear gashes in her skin, and its huge wings to fly up and deal a punishing blow to her head, knocking her out.

    Irene woke once more and the monster grabbed her, slamming her down in the center of the room with such force the windows shuddered. It had grown horns on its arms and head, and it had a barbed tail that was dripping with acid.

    "Who are you..?" it asked, getting its weapons ready.

    "Nobody!" Irene screamed. "I am nobody!" She braced herself for pain. Fatal pain.

    None came.

    The monster blinked in confusion, then smiled. "Good," it laughed. "You are nobody. Completely correct," it grinned, and its barbed tail raised up from the floor, shimmering in the light. A drop of acid splashed onto the floor, burning through it to the sod underneath with a sizzle.

    "W-well, who are you?" Irene asked boldly.

    "Me?" The monster chuckled. "I, child," it rasped, "I am Schizophrenia."

A/N: THIS IS THE OLDEST THING OMFG
It's from like two years ago and yes it is fairly undetailed and written oddly for a reason I was going for a simple style I believe

yeah I'm making a short amv for this I hope