Crazy Liar

Chapter 1

Hi, so I was sitting in my Psych class learning about psychological disorders and this happened. So yeah I hope you enjoy:) Oh and creds to @cuddlemehorann for the cover it's absolutely lovely:)

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"Niall," I heard someone call my name. I looked up from my lap and focused on the person's face. It was my psychiatrist. Dr. Jean.

She was a short, grey haired old woman and she always wore it in a bun.

"Niall. You didn't answer my question." Dr. Jean smiled kindly at me.

"N-No." I told her staring at the white wall behind her.

This room is so bland.

"So you haven't heard voices recently?" She asked interrupting my thoughts.

I cringed and tried to melt into the light beige couch I currently occupied. The voices. There's a lot of them but I usually listen to three of them. There's two that are mean and one that's kind.

Answer her, pretty boy.

You're pure horse shit. You can't even talk to a lady.

Tell her the truth, Niall.

"No." I said again.

"And you haven't been feeling depressed or anxious either?" She asked jotting things down in her notepad.

I shook my head and began chewing on the inside of my cheek. They were so loud. Why were they so loud?

"Here's your prescription for when you run out." She told me handing me a blue slip.

I grabbed it and stared at my disorder written on the little line next to my name. Schizophrenia. I sighed.

You're different.

And that makes you weird.

You're an outcast.

Don't listen to them, Niall.

I shook my head and stood up.

"See you tomorrow, Niall." Dr. Jean told me as I walked towards the door.

"Bye." I answered quietly.

I closed the door behind me and walked out of the building as quickly as I could. I don't want to see her. I don't want to see her.

Why not? Afraid of a pretty girl, Niall?

"Shut up." I whispered.

"Excuse me?" I heard someone say.

I turned around and found her staring at me.

I hadn't learned her last name yet but she was one of the beautifulest girls I'd ever seen. She had dark brown hair and these deep brown eyes that drew me in like a magnet. She probably works here because I see her all the time.

"Hi." I said softly looking at a spot on the floor.

"Do you think you can give me a ride home?" She asked tugging on the bottom of her blue cardigan.

I froze unsure of what to say. She's talking to me.

"Y-Yeah, s-sure." I answered staring at her.

Elizabeth nodded looking down at her boot clad feet.

"I know it's dangerous, I'm asking a complete stranger for a ride but you seem nice." She smiled up at me.

Anxiety crawled it's way into my mind and I clenched my fists. What if she finds out what I have?