Callum's POV:
Okay, so let's start with the basics. My name is Callum Ross, I'm 16 years old. When I was 10, I was diagnosed with a mental condition called Schizophrenia. It basically makes me feel like killing myself. I see things that don't exist, I speak in weird ways, I feel like the most innocent person is going to shoot me in the head and I feel like a devil constantly watching me.
So, every week I drive my black ranger to 'Fun For Friends' help centre. Sounds cheesy? It gets worse. I have to talk to five year olds who have the same problem as me because no one my age is as bad as I am. Like, I would pay a million bucks to spend time with my girlfriend instead. Oh, didn't think I had I girlfriend? eh, I've had worse.
Back to me.
So, my girlfriend, Summer McGowan, is the only girl who matters to me. Except for mom and my cat Cali. She's a stunner. No, she doesn't have any mental condition, but I can relate to her. She's like my distraction from all the pain of my disorder.
As well as going to my help centre each week, I have to do half an hour of breathing using an oxygen machine. I have to put a plastic breathing mask on my face (like the ones in a medical-drama series) and lye down, usually with Summer squeezing my hand, just for support and cheesiness.
School is some sort of daily torture. I'm not bullied, but I am failing 70% of my classes. Okay, I'm just not the brightest boy. Schizophrenia is not a valid excuse, I learnt that the hard way...
Summer's POV:
Swirling baby pink blusher over my cheeks, I smile and pout in the mirror, pushing out my chest in the process.
"I should be a model, shouldn't I Autumn?"
"Yeah," Yawns my sister, not looking up at me as she flicks through Teen Vogue.
"Once I go to college, I'm going to be one." By now, I'm smothering lipstick on, watching Autumn through the mirror. I basically am the definition of perfect. Not to be vain, but it is true. I'm way too good for that 'Callum Ross' or whatever his name is.
"How's Cal," Says Autumn, who is casually stretching on my bed.
"Oh, um...he's good." I fake a giggle and continue contouring my cheekbones.
She glares at me, with a 'you think thats gonna fool me' look on her face.
"Have you told him about your kiss with Max yet,"
CRACK.
I drop my powder in shock.
"How do you know-"
"I saw you last night. Passionately shoving your tongue down his throat. You're vile Summer!"
"No, Autie, I swear I was a mistake."
"Oh, yeah,-"
Tears welling up in my eyes, I run over to her, but she violently throws me to the floor.
"You disgust me."
