Voices In My Head

Chapter Four

[Author Note]
Schizophrenia is a mental disorder characterized by abnormal social behavior and failure to understand what is real. Common symptoms include false beliefs, unclear or confused thinking, hearing voices that others do not hear, reduced social engagement and emotional expression, and a lack of motivation.
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"Miss Clara Clark?" A voice echoed through the waiting room, and Clara stood up. "Room 7, please." Miss Brown led Clara to a large room that was labelled "Room 7." It was all very clean and crisp. But was it real? Clara walked inside and sat down, with Miss Brown not far behind.
"Ah, good afternoon, Miss Clark, is it? Tell me, what's been bothering you so much that you felt the need to come here?"
Clara told him everything that she had told Miss Brown. She even told him about the mean cow, Richie. After she had finished, there was a silence that seemed to last an hour, but the clock said it had only been two minutes. "Miss Clark, what you're talking about isn't ordinary. Especially the voices. And the odd social behaviour. And all of it, to be frank. Miss Clark, please make your way down to room 77, it's at the end of the corridor on your right. Good day."
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Room 77. There was only up to room 20 down the corridor. But sure enough, to her right at the end of the corridor, there was a room 77. Clara knocked on the door and stepped inside. "Sir? I'm Miss Clara Clark, I've come from room 7? I was told to come down here, I was told you have been informed of everything I have said."
WHAT WAS THAT!? Clara had NEVER said anything that sensible in her LIFE. She stepped inside the room, and found it as clean, if not, cleaner, as room 7 had been. "Ah, Miss Clark, take a seat. Not literally though as you'll find that some of these seats are quite the load. Tell me, what do you think is wrong?"
But it wasn't Clara who spoke. It was Miss Brown.
"Mr, if you don't mind me saying, this is the room where people are diagnosed with Mental Health. Not the room of 'tell us what the f*ck is wrong.' She has Schizophrenia, I'm sure of it. So study those goddamn notes and diagnose her." And with that she left the room.
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"CLARA CLARK, WHERE IN THE DEVIL HAVE YOU BEEN!?"
Great, Delia. She was the woman who took care of the kids in the Adoption Centre. "WELL? WHERE WERE YOU!?"
"Calm down, Delia. Miss Brown took me to a therapist and I've been diagno--"
"Diagnosed with Schizophrenia, Delia, calm down. I'll be leaving now, I'll see you on Friday, Clara."
The door closed as Miss Brown hurried out.
"You have..schizophrenia? You're schizophrenic?"
"Yes. Apparently so."