Crazy

Chapter 1

A/N: My love for HunHan is far greater than my health can withstand.

"Purple mushrooms. Seriously?" He scoffed.
Sehun was expecting to see at least dancing giraffes, heart shaped helicopters or something just as flamboyant, but instead, he got purple mushrooms.

"That's really the best you can come up with?"

'If you think you can do better, then please, be my guest.'

"Hell no! Thinking's your job."

A blue haired emo girl passed by him and gave him a confused and weirded out look, squinting her black eyes. A look Sehun was all too used to. It was that time of the day again. The time when the world turned into a slightly more crazy and colorful place. In other words, Sehun's medication stopped working. And talking to one's self was a part of the symptoms those red little pills helped to suppress.

'If you'd eaten more food and less drugs this morning, then maybe you would've gotten your dancing giraffes.' The arrogant voice, which happened to be his own, scoffed, bouncing inside his skull.

Even Sehun knew that this argument was crazy, and stupid. But he continued it anyway. "Hey! It's not my fault! Talk to mom. She's the one who's shoving that shit down my throat."

'You idiot! I'm your brain, I can't talk!'

He sighed. One could not describe the reluctance Sehun had felt when he heard he would be getting medication for his condition. Through out the years Sehun had gotten quite attached to all the crazy, beautiful, disgusting and sometimes even scary things his mind had tricked his helpless eyes into seeing. His parents on the other hand couldn't have been more thrilled and overjoyed. 'Finally! After thirteen years, they're finally doing something to fix him.' Were his mother's exact words. 'Fix him? Ouch, that's a burn,' echoed the voice inside Sehun's head. He shrugged and kicked a pebble on the ground. He didn't really care. His parents made it clear a long time ago, that in their family, it was reputation and money over blood. Always was and always would be.

So one can imagine their disappointment when they found out that their precious little son wasn't normal, healthy and perfect like everybody else's. No, he was crazy. Born with schizophrenia. At first it was only a small problem when Sehun would occasionally tug his mother by the sleeve, pointing at somewhere and asking if he could go play with the nice wolves that no one else except him could see. But as he got older, he also got worse. And it was affecting their family's reputation very badly when people started asking why that cute little boy over there was talking to himself.

The doctors didn't want to prescribe him anything since it was only of mild damage for Sehun's health and improper medication might be bad for his development, but his parents were persistent. In Sehun's opinion, the meds were just a waste of time and money. It's not like they were even working properly, only covering up the worst of the absolute worst.

Leaves in the different shades of red and brown twirled in the air and rained down from the trees, forming a thin scarlet blanket over the frosted ground. It was for these short twenty minutes a day when Sehun would walk home from school, that he got to freely enjoy the madness without worrying that someone might spot him and immediately throw more pills at him or even take him to the hospital. The mushrooms weren't all that bad, actually. And the longer he stared at them, the wackier looking they became. One actually grew arms and lips and blew him a kiss.

A loud honk of a car horn sent Sehun's heart up his throat. "Hey! Watch were you're going, kid!" The angry, middle aged driver screamed at him. Sehun blinked. He had once again gotten lost in his own world and was currently standing in the middle of the road. "S-sorry." He muttered and hurried to get out of the man's way.

The driver muttered something about punks and drove away with screeching tires. Twenty minutes had passed by way too fast for Sehun's liking, and he was already standing in front of his house. It was the classic, white, wooden suburban house. Sehun absolutely hated it. He hated the stupid front porch and the yard furniture, the stupid brick fireplace inside and the stupid dining table that he would once again have to sit behind while his father questioned him how school was. Sehun didn't understand why his parents wanted so desperately for him to be mundane just like everyone else in this stupid god-forsaken world.

Before he started his medication, his parents had either just ignored him or treated him like some abnormal abomination. Maybe that was exaggerating it a little bit, but only a little. Now, they were trying their hardest to get him to fit in. A new school, new clothes, new life. But unfortunately for them, Sehun continued to live this life like every other before it. Isolated from everybody and in his own schizophrenic world. That's the way he liked it.

"Hello darling! How was today?" His mother greeted him with her plastic smile from the porch, in her fisted hand no doubt Sehun's evening medication. Sehun's insides twisted into an ugly frown, but on the outside he smiled charmingly, like he always did when he wanted to throw up. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old." He shrugged and pecked the woman on her cheek. Sehun didn't bother to wait for her answer which would no doubt be something about making friends or joining clubs. He ran up the narrow staircase like his life depended on it.

It was almost time. The time when he'd show up.