Insanity At It's Finest

Chapter One||An Accident

    My name is Joseph Town. I struggle with schizophrenia, insomnia and depression. Schizophrenia is a mental disorder where you can't tell what's real or not real. Insomnia is a mental disorder where you don't feel tired at night and can't sleep. When I do sleep I experience very vulgar nightmares, and I'm sure you know what depression is.

    My Mom's about to call me upstairs for dinner. I spend most of my time in the dark basement where it's quiet. I'm hardly ever in my room because I hear people speaking to me in there. In the basement I barely hear them. I've seen a man in a black cloak staring at me in my room too. I hate my room. It's better in the basement.

    "Joseph, it's time to come up for dinner!" My Mom hollers from the upstairs kitchen.

"Coming!" I scream back to her.

I slowly walk up the creaky stairs unbalanced. I quickly turn off the small lights that light up the stairs to the basement. I'm walking into the kitchen as my Mom is holding the container of my medication for my schizophrenia.

"What did you make for dinner, Mom?" I ask innocently.

"I made lasagna," my mom answers kindly.

"Oh, yes I love lasagna," I laugh.
"I know. How are feeling? Have you heard anything? Seen anything?" She asks concerned.

"No I've hardly heard anything," I lie. Last night I heard a man say, "Are you going to do it?" I had no idea what he meant but whatever it is I hope I don't do it. I can't tell my Mom about this because if I do, she'll take me back to the mental asylum so that the doctors can torture me by isolating me for weeks until they find the right medication.

"That's good. Your medication must be working," She says happily.
          I nod in approval.

After dinner, I tread lightly down the creaky steps to the basement. I'm going to sleep down here until my Dad gets home. My Dad doesn't have empathy for where i choose to sleep. He just says I have a room for a reason and I don't need to sleep in the dark basement. I can't sleep in my room again. Not after all the vivid things that happened in there. All the voices i heard, all the things I've seen and all the things I've felt. I can't.

    I lay quietly on the soft couch in the basement and close my eyes, waiting for the darkness of my dreams. I do hope I don't have nightmares tonight. After all, my medication is supposed to make the nightmares go away.

    Asleep, I'm dreaming. There's a bright light up ahead in a dark room. I begin to walk towards without control. I hear soft footsteps of someone behind me.

    "Are you going to do it?" a scratchy and dark voice asks from behind me. I don't know what it's talking about, but whatever it is I'm not going to do it. I don't think it's something good because this voice has told me to do bad things before.

    I wake up on the floor of my bedroom, unaware of how I got here.
My alarm clock goes off with a few annoying beeps. I'm not allowed to go to school for another two weeks because the school board is afraid of what I could do.

    I still feel it's strange that I fell asleep in the basement and now I'm on my bedroom floor. My mom steps into my room looking at me with sad grey eyes.

    "What's wrong?" I ask calmly. I am ready for whatever news is about to come out of her mouth.

    "Your father didn't come home last night," she says on the brink of shattering into a million pieces.

    "W-what?" I stutter, thinking about all the negative things that could have happened to him. Maybe he got into an accident or fell into a ditch or-

    "The air was foggy and thick. I think he got into an accident." My mom cracks.

    "Mom, you don't even know if that's really what happened. Shouldn't you wait to hear from the police until you start jumping to conclusions?" I say sadly, denying to fact that my Father could be dead or in the hospital.

    "Yes but, I think if he was okay he would have came home by now." She scolds.

"Yes but, you'll never know until the police contact you," I respond. She nods and hands me two orange pills. My medication. I have to take it at 7:00 every morning. It sucks having to wake up every day at this time.

    I gently take the pill and swallow it. The house phone begins to ring from the kitchen. My mom smiles weakly and leaves my room. I can hear her muffled crying.

    "No. There's no way," my Mom cries. I can hear her set down the phone and walk outside. She's in the car now. Who knows where she's going.
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helloooo. so i wrote a short story in school and some of my friends wanted me to continue it. so i'm starting the story here on wattpad.

ps. i'll be working on, "Her" soon.