La douleur Exquise

Hey guys! This is a new story I just came up with. I may continue it, I may not. Depends on how well it does :)

-RoyaleWolf

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La douleur exquise (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable.

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I see things.

Well, that's nothing out of the ordinary. Most everyone sees things. They see the work they do, the fun times they have, the friends and family they love. They see the weather change and the words on a page of a book. They see flowers and animals, schools and prisons, life and death. So shall I be more specific?

What I should have said was that I see things that aren't there. I see people that aren't real. I see things, gruesome things, that people normally wouldn't even consider watching or reading about. I hear them speak to me. Not ghosts or demons or angels, no. I'm a diagnosed schizophrenic. I take medicine to keep these hallucinations at bay.

No, I'm not suicidal, I'm not depressed or sad about my life. I am actually a very happy person, and now I am used to the random images that find their way into my otherwise normal life.

People often don't like what I see, though. I don't have friends. I usually am by myself in high school. The bullying can be kind of cruel, but it's not abusive. My friends are animals, for I volunteer at my local rescue center everyday after school.

My mother worries too much. My father always thought I'd go insane, though he didn't last much longer after saying so. He often gave himself his own version of hallucinations.

I'd never considered dating. Love is such a fickle thing. It comes and goes like holidays. You love it while its time for it, then when it's over, it hurts to think about.

It wasn't until I truly went insane that I ever felt anything for anyone. I guess my father was right, I did go crazy. And I chose to stay that way for a stupid boy named Jack.