The Beauty Behind the Madness

Meet the Psychos

|Hannah|

Waking up in morning was a fairly usual routine in my house. My older brother-and legal guardian- Michael wakes me up every morning by yanking my comforter off  of me and tickling me till I'm red in the face. He always kisses my forehead and tells me to get my 'skinny ass in the shower'. 

But today was different. Michael hadn't woken me up at all, I groan loudly as I roll over to click the home button on my phone.

8:38 AM

I hop out of my bed in a rush and run to Michael's bedroom across the hall. My mind is so preoccupied with thoughts of what could've happened to Michael that I burst in his room without knocking first.

"OHMIGOD! I'M BLIND!" I shout out. Michael was on top of his girlfriend, he legs pushed all the way to her ears and Michael pushed himself in and out of her at a quick pace. They both look up at me. 

Adriana has a look of fear painted on her face as I stare down at her, disgusted. For some unfathomable reason, I can't turn around and leave, I'm stuck there in the doorway, watching my older brother penetrate his girlfriend. Michael chuckles lightly and pulls out of Adriana and throwing some boxers on.

Adriana just lays there, with her junk hanging out in the open. 

"Hannah, we need to talk," Michael says as he tries to grab my wrist. I pull away quickly and follow him out of the room. I stare at him, still scared and disgusted. "Adriana and I are trying to have a baby." I die.

Michael can't have a baby so young, he's only 23. Although he's been taking care of me for the past five years, he's not capable or fathering someone. Hell, I've pretty much been fending for myself when I moved in with him at age twelve.

But I love him, and I want to support him through whatever he does...even if that means becoming an aunt in the process. I force a smile on my face and congratulate my older brother. 

"I'm gonna be an auntie?"

Michael loosens up a bit and sighs with relief. "We're trying to make it happen, but I'm not sure yet...Adriana wants to get married and I'm not sure if I'm ready to make such a huge commitment." 

I roll my eyes and walk to my bedroom, he follows. 

"I feel like having a baby is a bigger commitment than marriage," I confide as I fish out a pair of black skinnies from my jean drawer. 

"How?"

"When a child is born, that's an automatic commitment to love and nourish them their entire life no matter what. Once you create a human being, there's no way to let go of that person completely because it's apart of you. You could be the most negligent parent in the universe, but there's always gonna be love for that child in the back of your mind." 

Michael looks at me, amused by my mini rant.

I pull the pajama flannel over my head  and put a bra on. Michael and I aren't phased by each other's nakedness considering he's the only one of my four siblings I grew up with my entire life. And unlike the rest of us, Michael is the only 'normal' child that our parent's birthed. 

My oldest sibling, Aaron was diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of 15. Although he was an attractive football (soccer) player at school, everyone forgot about all that and started bullying him for having a mental disease. Aaron started seeing our family therapist and that's when things got hectic. When he told our parents that Dr. Jenks was molesting him, they brushed it off as one of psychotic episodes.

That unfortunately wasn't the case. As it turns out, Dr. Jenks had been molesting  my brother the four years Aaron had been seeing him. At the age nineteen, Aaron had decided enough was enough. On his regular weekly visit to the therapist, Aaron brought a butcher's knife with him. Dr. Jenks was stabbed 142 times.

Aaron was taken to court, where he plead insanity. He's twenty seven and currently resides in Clearwater Mental Asylum in Brisbane. 

Miquela is the second oldest sibling, and personally the one I despise the most. Nothing is mentally  wrong with her, but physically. Miquela was born with cystic fibrosis. Her lungs suck at being lungs, but that never stopped her from using their full capacity to yell at people. She yells for everything, just to be saying something. 

She grew up with the nickname Satana, considering everyone called her the spawn of satan. It still baffles me that she's married with a child, it's a bit scary. I just pray that that child doesn't end up as messed up in the head as her mother. 

Next is Michael, there's nothing wrong with him at all. He's a pizza and video game addict though, if he's not at work or taking care of me and Adriana, he's eating an entire pizza to himself and playing fifa. 

My youngest older sibling is Alex. Although I don't see anything wrong with his decision, my parents always referred to him as a curse. He's ftm transgender, born as Alexandra Jessica Snowdon and turned into Alexander Jay Snowdon. I love him, we're not as close as me and Michael, but we're close enough to go out together at least once every two weeks. 

He has a really nice and beautiful girlfriend named Sheila, she's the first girl he came out to and the first girl to support his transness. 

Then there's me. I'm Hannah Pixie Snowdon and I have multiple personality disorder. I was diagnosed with MPD at the young age of eleven years old. I take three types of medication twice a day and very rarely have a personality episode. I have two. There's Hannah, my everyday normal self and then there's Pixie, the exact opposite of Hannah.

Hannah is shy and conservative, rarely talks and is extremely quiet. Pixie on the other hand is outgoing and loud mouthed and crazily opinionated. 

Where are my parents? I don't know.

They've been absent since I was twelve, my mom discovered she was pregnant with me while she was smack dab in the middle of her divorce. I'm pretty much the reason why my parents stayed in such a terrible marriage. They eventually got sick of each other and found a new love:opium. 

Opium is an extremely rare and extremely addicting drug that fucks up you midframe. My parents went from loving and gentle to complete monsters after just two weeks of doing opium. They left me when I was just twelve but by that time Michael was eighteen and hated the thought of me living a foster home so he took me in.

He didn't have to, but he did. 

I throw a black and white MCRX T-shirt on, along with my shiny black Doc Martens. I brush my impossible short black hair and hug Michael. 

"Calum's outside," I say to him. 

"Have a good day at school, don't do anything I wouldn't do."

And with that, I'm off to school. 

OHMIGOSH this is the first book I've written on Wattpad since 2015. I love this website so much and was saddened when I discovered that my original account Hi_Or_Hey_Records_ was deleted permanently and like so were all my old stories. 

Date Published: March 25, 2017