CRAZY | beautiful.

Prologue - Two Faces

*This story will contain mature themes and language.

Introducing Beautiful STORM Michelson

There he was sitting amongst a sea of faces. He used wandering brown orbs to scan them all, his way of searching for any flaws. He knew they had them. Every person in that room appeared to be physically sound, humanly intact. However, they all had a secret, a misconception, if one will. They were all more than what they seemed to be. The medicine probably permeating through them was sealing these hidden individuals away, concealing their other faces.

"Beautiful Michelson,"His name had been called by whom he presumed was the ring leader of said group meeting. He shifted in his seat before handing his gaze over to a middle aged Caucasian woman. She was slender in build with short blonde tresses that framed bright oval shaped blue eyes, salmon colored lips, and an angular nose. He silently observed her, picking her apart with his hard stare. She linked her fingers together momentarily before chuckling uneasily and allowing her hands to dangle at her sides instead.

"Beautiful, Beautiful..."She called him as though there were no one else around. He kept watching her as she became a countenance full of worrisome. She began to take small leisured steps towards him. He could feel everyone's gaze shift to him then. He wasn't at all phased by their glares. In fact, he was accustomed to them. "Are you there, Beautiful?"She questioned him with a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

He raised his hand in the air all at an attempt to cease her trek. "Call me Storm."He murmured. The woman nodded, having found solace in his short answer. She then turned on the balls of her feet and sauntered into the middle of the quaint space. "Won't you come up and share with us?"She sounded querying again, but he knew otherwise. He sighed and then propelled himself upwards. His stride was a slow one. He kept his eyes on the gray linoleum floor as his ears made note of the soft chattering of his fellow therapy goers.

"Beautiful Storm Michelson is my name, but today I'm just Storm."He said quietly after he found himself standing in the center of the room. The small audience had a view of his back as he hadn't made any moves to turn around. Turn around and address them Beautiful. "I told you, I'm Storm today."He answered tersely, scolding his inner being. "We heard..."The woman's voice cut into the confinement of his mind. "I know, but I was talking to someone else."He didn't bother to put a name to this part of his inner conscious. He liked to say that it was just the medication talking. He hated the calming ambiance it gave him. It didn't allow him to feel or identify his emotions. He became an inanimate object then, just existing.

He clutched his hands at his sides and then slowly turned on his feet. Tell them about us. "I will."He whispered, his brown irises falling over the minuscule group. There was the echoing of someone clearing their throat that reminded him that he was supposed to be telling them his story. He'd gotten distracted by the many cliched "be yourself" posters plastered to every other wall in the room. How ironic Beautiful. No one ever seemed to embrace you when you became me. That was Storm. His full pink lips curved upward into a small smile then, his self had never lied to him.

"I'm Storm, but any other day when I'm taking my medication like a good little occupant of the world... I'm Beautiful."He sneered, his lips wearing a teasing smirk. "I feel like some of you want to know what happened to me, but the truth is I couldn't tell you. That's what the meds do, lock the memories away so I only become a shell of a person. That's why I've cut my own dosage in half though, because truth is I hate me whenever my mind can't stay contained long enough to use one personality, but I really can't stand me when I become Beautiful. He's perfect and good and quiet. But then when I'm Storm, I'm imperfection." His gaze shifted towards his slightly trembling hands.

He then raised them in the air, swaying from side to side. "You see that?"He asked while flexing his long digits. "These are the hands of someone who's barely taking their medicine and..."His voice trailed off, "I nearly strangled my little brother to death with them too, because I couldn't tell the difference between my hallucinations and reality." The room erupted with a series of gasps and a mixture of faint murmurs. Their faces showed emotion then. They were frightened. He had been at one point in time too, but he was convinced there was nothing he could do about it. "Society deemed me mentally ill and that's why I'm here instead of rotting in a jail cell."His voice finally invaded the air again. "They say they caught my case before I really lost control... Before we really lost control."

The sound of the door being opened and closed grasped his attention. He scrutinized the room and wondered if he had been the only one to hear the soft thud. The bad thing about taking half of his dosage was he was still liable to hear or see something that wasn't there. He got lost then, frantically searching for anything out of place. His heart hammered in his chest. He didn't want to have an episode. He was wordlessly panicking.

"Beautiful," There was the soft voice of that woman addressing him once more. He ceased his orb's sauntering and exhaled a deep breath. "Storm," He found himself subconsciously correcting her again, "Today, my name is Storm."

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I'm gonna try posting this again, because it's just something about it. I always come back to it. I feel like it's meant to share.