Crazier Than You (Shoey)

AU - Shane has a mild form of schizophrenia where he creates characters in his head. Because of this he has had trouble making friends, but maybe a new kid at school will end up being just as crazy as him.

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Shane Lee Yaw walked into Dawson High cradling his books. "I feel kind of like Ned," he thought with a chuckle, shuffling his books to find his schedule sheet. He found his sheet and scanned the page for his locker combination. S-Deezy laughed. "Haha, what a faggot. Of course you'd get locker 69." Shane sighed at the insult and shut his eyes. "Mom says you're not real..." he mumbled. Of course, this negative reinforcement only works if he could believe it himself.

Shane had a mild form of schizophrenia. He saw characters in his head that spoke to him, and he perceived them as real. However, the medical concern was not great enough to institutionalize him. Shane was fully aware that the characters couldn't control him, but they did mess with his head. Shane hated them, but he couldn't just get rid of them. They were his only friends.

Ned was usually nice, but he was egotistic and always reminding Shane of how dumb he was. Shanaynay meant well but was always getting him into dangerous situations. S-Deezy was an idiot, but Shane envied him because he was so smooth with the ladies. By far Aunt Hilda was the worst. Aunt Hilda was of course his father's sister, and all she could do was call him a faggot and verbally abuse him.

Shane knew that the characters weren't real. No one else could see or hear them, after all. Yet, deep down he couldn't accept it. They seemed so real to Shane that they had to be somewhat real, right?

Shaking S-Deezy's rude remark he put his books in his locker then looked for his home room. The morning bell hadn't rung yet, but Shane didn't have anything better to do. It's not like he had any friends to catch up with.

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Shane laughed for the first time in weeks. He was sitting with his best and only friend Lisa Schwartz. Of course, he would have met his best friend at therapy. Even though Shane kind of shared a mind, he wasn't awkward in social situations, and it was really easy for him to talk to Lisa. She was at therapy; that made her crazy too, right?

Lisa was a different kind of crazy. Lisa had to come to therapy after being institutionalized for anorexia nervosa. Shane didn't understand it; he thought Lisa was the most beautiful girl in the world. That was okay, as long as he accepted that she had a problem. It was kind of hard for her to understand him having different people living inside his brain. Shane liked Lisa, and the voices were usually quiet around her.

The voices were especially loud in therapy though. Shane sat on an uncomfortable couch in a dimly lit room with an older lady writing down everything he said. Of course his voices would pick those moments to materialize and make him doubt himself. Shanaynay would laugh, "Haha! She wrote down crazy. See, Shane, you really are nuts!"

Ned would rationalize, "Based on what she's heard about you, she probably doesn't think you'll ever be successful in the real world. I bet your mother alerts her of all your daddy issues too."

Shane would look around the room, trying to focus on something that wasn't them. "The gang's all here," Shane said with mock enthusiasm.

"Where are they?"

Even though they weren't actually there, they were still visible to him. Shanaynay was sitting cross-legged on the love seat to Shane's right. Ned was browsing the book shelf to the left. S-Deezy was waggling his eyebrows at the therapist from beside her. Aunt Hilda was standing by the door shaking her head.

He told the therapist this and ran a nervous finger through his hair. "They're saying that you think I'm crazy. I mean, I have to be to be seeing people that aren't here right?" Shane always felt strange in the therapist's office. He had to completely face that his imaginary friends were entirely that - imaginary. It made him doubt his surroundings entirely, and every sensation startled him.

His therapist went onto explain for the umpteenth time that seeing imaginary people wasn't crazy but just a mental disorder that can be treated. It still sounded like he was crazy.

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Hello everyone! This is my first Shoey fanfic, so I hope you guys enjoy. I tried to keep them pretty in character. I don't know that much about schizophrenia, and I'm pretty sure what Shane has isn't schizophrenia. I have a few chapters already written, and I'll try to post once a week. Don't hold me to that though. I am terrible with deadlines. Just pester me if you've waited too long. :3 I have a tumblr if you want to message me there: i-o-u-a-bad-wolf :) Kay bye-eeeee