Chapter One
"We go together or we don't go down at all." -All Time Low, A Love Like War
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*Alex's POV*
schiz·o·phre·ni·a
ˌskitsəˈfrēnēə,-ˈfrenēə/
noun: schizophrenia
1. a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation.
"You fucking suck." I said, crossing my arms.
"I'm sorry, Alex. There isn't anything you can really do." Dr. Burns said, trying to reassure me. I wasn't having it though.
"Oh, really now? You can treat all of these other cases but you can't treat me?" I shouted.
"I don't think you understand, Mr. Gaskar-"
"Shut up, and don't call me that."
The doctor looked at me for a minute before speaking.
"Well, I'm sorry... Alex, but the diagnosis shows no signs of being remotely incorrect."
"That's what you think! They're just trying to poison me! Make it stop!" I screamed, falling to the floor. With my head tucked in my knees and my arms hugging my legs, I stayed on the floor, probably looking like a pathetic sobbing wreck.
I don't care what the doctor lady says, they're all trying to kill me. That's what they want.
My mind goes blurry. I look around the room is dark and there's a candle at the other side of the room. To cure my curiosity, I go over to the flickering orange light to inspect. I crawl to the candle because I don't want to get up, and I pick up a shiny looking metal blade next to the candle. I look down at my bracelet covered wrists.
I don't fucking care.
I lift up some of the bracelets, revealing these faded white scars on my wrist. Well, only some were faded.
I don't fucking care.
As the blade almost touched my skin, the candle's flame promptly burnt out, so it was completely dark. I couldn't see anything at all.
I don't fucking care.
The candle light appears again, only this time, the light is no longer orange. It's a bloody crimson color. The walls are black. They're caving in. I'm suffocating. I slowly see doctors and nurses around me but they're all too slow and the room keeps getting darker and darker and they're letting me die and I can't breathe because there's no oxygen in this room and they're not helping me, why aren't they helping me?
"Mr. Gaskarth, take a big deep breath with me," I heard.
I held my breath.
"No no, stop. Carefully inhale, Alex. Inhale. Exhale."
I did as I was told.
"Good. Now we need you to open your eyes, Alex. Can you do that for us?"
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