I love being inspired. I love hollywood undead. I love everything about this day, other than the fact that I'm stuck at home with strep throat. But hey, WHO CARES?! I got another story started. WOOP WOOP.
Tell me what you think, guys.<3
~ This story was inspired by the song;
Street Dreams - Hollywood Undead
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Hello, my name is Caprice. Pronounced like ka - price, just to clear that up. My name means unpredictable, I guess thats 'cause I can be at times. I'm 15 years old, turning 16 on December 5th. I'm not into sports, or anything people - related. I never really have been. My boyfriend is 17 years old, and he turns 18 on June 29th. His name is Jayce, which means healer. It's funny how our names explain what we are - who we are. Jayce has always been there for me, and I suppose you can call him my healer. Jayce and I have been together for almost a year now, and yes, I do feel that I've fallen in love with him.
Now, before you know too much about me, let's rewind.
I walked along the pavement, looking down at my feet. "That person wants to kill you, Caprice." I heard the voice say. I ignored it, and kept walking. Shut up, I thought to myself. I wanted the voices to go away, but they never will. I know I should be taking my medication, but it doesn't help, so I don't. Caprice, the unpredictable girl. The troubled girl. The weird one, the crazy one. The names I've been called are endless, and I blame myself. I blame my head, the voices I hear daily, telling me someones going to kill me, or strangle me, or do something to harm me. I deserve the name calling, because I'm not normal. I never have been, and I never will be.
Understand yet? My name is Caprice, and I have Schizophrenia. I have several other disorders, but I'm sure you'll find those out sometime soon.
"CAPRICE, WATCH OUT! THAT PERSON HAS A KNIFE!" I heard the voice yell at me. I almost instantly turned around and bumped right into a boy. I had never seen this boy before, but I was prompt to examine him, and make sure he didn't have anything sharp, or anything that he could hurt me with.
"Oh, sorry.." He whispered, almost disinterested.
"Um, it's fine.. It wasn't your fault.." I told him, staring at my feet. "Kill him, Caprice. Before he kills you." The voice kept repeating in my head. I knew he had to be different. The way his baby blue eyes darted around, almost looking embarassed to be with me. That's it. He's embarassed to be seen with me.
"What's your name?" He asked, locking his eyes on me almost as if he had just realized I was there.
"I'm Caprice. And you are..?" I asked, feeling my cheeks go red. Crap. "CAPRICE, ARE YOU STUPID!? HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!!!" The voice screamed at me again, getting louder. I tried to ignore it, but before I knew it, my fist had connected with his stomach. Oh crap. He grabbed his stomach, and bent over, gasping for air. "I'm so sorry. I didn't.. I'm sorry." I said in a panicky voice.
"And that's what you call a crazy girl." I heard someone shout through the crowd that had been forming. A sea of laughter. I had to get out of there. "Caprice, you can kill them all." I heard the voice encourage me. No, I couldn't kill them all. Mostly because I'm in the middle of a crowded street, with nowhere to hide.
"Just ignore them." I heard the boy I had just punched choke out. He straightened up, and introduced himself. "I'm Jayce." He told me in a pained voice. I knew from that moment he was different. Normally if you punch someone in the stomach, they don't bother to introduce themself, they run away in fear. Also because usually the only people the voices say will hurt me, are the people who could make me better.
