Forget it. // jyatt

prologue.

It was a gruesome scenic road.

All the young boy heard were the sounds of the earsplitting emergency vehicle equipments and saw the blurry vision of the lustrous flashlight, pointing towards his eyes, as if it were the last thing he's going to see.

"M-Mom..?" the only words able to come out of his severely bleeding lips. He tried to move his arms but realised that they were badly injured.

He looked on his surroundings to only find out two silver-grey cars shredded and a familiar looking person next to him.

He slowly stood up but fell again, due to his weak knees.

"Young boy, we ask you to stay down." The ambulance care assistance said as she wrapped her arms around him and gently carried him to the wheeled stretcher.

He wanted to cry but it was too painful to do so. His vision began to slowly fade and he couldn't remember the next thing that happened.

***
3 years later.

"My name's Wyatt Oleff, I'm 9, and i have a chronic brain disorder called schizophrenia, i think. I start to get illusions of things that aren't real and sometimes begin to make a fuss out of it." The doctor watched him as he introduced himself slowly.

"Alright. Tell me the last thing you remembered happening about a few years ago, Wyatt." The doctor fiddled with his pen as he held a binder full of papers on his other.

"I went into a car crash accident, i remember seeing the lights. I heard noises that sounded very annoying and very loud. The last thing i saw was my mother and a helper. i forgot what happened next though." Wyatt explained as he began to hear other voices that happened on that day.

His new doctor looked puzzled. He was only nine and believed that he misheard whatever the boy was saying.

     "I'm sorry but.. What was your disorder again?"

"schizophrenia."
***
3 year later.

   "Wyatt, please." His aunt begged him.

      "You're making me take pills for things I don't have or barely have anymore!" Wyatt stepped back as he saw the pills from the distance.

      "Please." He begged. He was tired of being overprotected by his aunt and being told to drink pills almost after every 2 hours.

      "Fine." She threw her hands in the air as she watched Wyatt ran out of his house onto his backyard.

      He sat down and threw his toys to the ground. He felt the wrath in his nerves but throwing most thing's weren't enough.

      Few seconds later, he heard a strange noise coming from the bushes. He quickly grabbed a nearby broom and held it tightly.

      He took a step closer and spread the bushes wide open. Wyatt gasped and took a step forward.

     "W-who are y-you.?" Wyatt spoke to the boy in front of him.

      The boy kept quiet.

      Wyatt scanned his clothes and realized that they were very dirty and torn apart. He also saw the scars on his knees.