Nothing

Crazy

(A/N): Trigger warning mental illness and light smut

I didn't know what to do.

Lilliana had stopped the car at someone's house. I assumed it to be her's. It was. She led me in, me still high as a kite. She led me to a room and she started kissing me. I kissed back feeling as if my body was being controlled by someone else. Something whispered at me. Someone stood in the corner of the room. I couldn't react to it. Somewhere something was burning. Lilliana noticed none of it and kept kissing me, trailing down my neck. Took her hair out, pulled off my shirt, became seductive. Her actions were passionate. But so were mine.

She smirked up at me, "Let's do this~" I blushed and nodded. Still not controlling my own actions and responses. I couldn't do anything to stop it. Pulling off her shirt, my body moved me to push her against the wall and start kissing down her neck. She tugged my hair with one hand using the other to grab my junk. I groaned and pushed her harder. Why am I so aggressive? Dammit!

My body hurts, my head is spinning and all the while my body is acting on its own with me not being able to stop it. My head started hurting more, "Baby, you're too rough~" I snapped out of thinking and picked her up bringing her over to the bed and lying her down. I stripped her of her pants and moved down to her waist to her panty line to start pulling her underwear down.

Then, the pain in my head got too much to handle. I pulled off and jerked a bit. My head was pounding. Voices yelling at me. Die. You need to die. You sinner. You idiot. Dumbass. Whore. You can't handle it. You're stupid. You're worthless. Kill yourself. I screamed at them. They wouldn't stop I couldn't handle it. I reached out for Lilliana to help me but she was too scared to help. She hadn't smoked as much as I had. I actually smoked three bowls myself. She looked at me worried. Her face was the last thing I saw before blacking out.

I woke up in a hospital bed. The voices still yelling at me. My headache gone and my throat was moist again. Thank god. I looked and saw Lilliana talking to a doctor outside. My mom by her side. Shit. Mom is here she's gonna kill me.

They walked in a few minutes later they walked in and my mother pounced on me, "Thank god you're okay! My baby..." she started crying, "Your father now you. What's going on with our messed up family?" she tried chuckling only for it to be covered in sadness. I assured her that I was fine, "Oh sweetie, you're not okay you're si-"

A female doctor walked in, "Mr. Blue. Finally awake I see. Well we have you diagnoses-" I cut into her sentence.

"Wait, wait, wait. Diagnoses?" My mom shushed me

"Yes I'm sorry to inform you but we have diagnosed you with Schizophrenia."

My eyes widened, "What? I'm not a Schizo!"

"Honey, you know those pills you take every night?" I looked at her frantic, "Those are pills to calm you down. You showed signs of Schizophrenia when you were five. They put you on pills just in case you were and you haven't had an episode since. They've finally diagnosed you as sick. It's okay we love you honey."

My heart stopped. I started crying. The voices kept talking. You're crazy. You see it. You're crazy. You're gonna have to go to a crazy people's home. They're gonna send you away. You'll never see your family again. You'll never see Lilliana. I'm not a Schizo! I can't be! I'm not crazy! I'm normal! I CAN'T BE A FUCKING SCHIZO!