{A/N} Trigger warning. Zelda shows intense symptoms of Schizophrenia, specifically paranoia and hallucinations. Look for the bold writing in all caps if you choose to skip this part.
Okay, I don't know what I expected, going to sleep in a mental health ward and all. My father confirmed my mom's story and I think I can trust them. They're my parents, they know their own kid.
And Brendon. He freaking turned me in. And the news celebrates him for saving them all from possible threats. Who would I kill anyway?
I went to sleep easily but soon woke up. I was woken by a scratching noise. As I opened my eyes, I saw Zelda clawing at the door.
"Good! You're up! You need to help me!" She screams, a volume way too loud for the middle of the night.
"What am I helping you with?" I yawn, sitting up in my bed. I go to join her by the door but she flinches away.
Careful, she said she was showing signs of mental illness.
"They're going to find me!" She screams, clawing at the door. Her fists beat it, pounding it with tremendous force. Soothing voice, I remind myself.
"Hey, there's no one coming after you." I tell her.
"Don't tell me they got you too!" She whines, rubbing her face.
"They didn't. There's no one to get me."
"Amber! I can't take them alone! They'll kill me!" Zelda has a look of pure torture on her face. I hurt for her.
"Okay, I'm on your side. Tell me what we're doing." I play along, hoping I can help her.
"We need to hide!" She takes off, climbing in her bed and pulling the covers over her head. I approach carefully.
"Who are they?" I ask her, sitting lightly on the bed. She throws the sheets off, snatching my hands. She squeezes them tight and has a murderous look in her eyes.
"They want to kill me. I think it's because I'm here. They started coming once I came here. Every night, they whisper threats in my dreams and I have to fight them. Every. Single. Night." She starts laughing hysterically and I grow worried.
"I'm going to keep a lookout, Zelda. You should sleep." I tell her.
"You have to swear to protect me!" She giggles.
"I swear." I say seriously. Zelda picks up her sheets from off the floor and stretches them over her head. I watch the door but somehow, tumble into sleep.
Even in my dreams, I fight to help Zelda.
TRIGGER WARNING IS OVER! ENJOY THE REST! :)
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"Rise and shine." The man from last night appears at the door. Zelda's bed is drenched in sweat and I remake my bed once I'm out. We're extracted from the room and instructed to socialize in the gardens with the other patients.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" I ask Zelda, lowering my voice. She raises her eyebrows.
"Remember what?"
"Is that a symptom?" I ask.
"What?"
"Forgetting your episodes." I fill in.
"Oh God, I didn't!" Zelda groans.
"You did."
"I'm so sorry, Amber! I can't control any of it. I hope you know this. Can you forgive me?"
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