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↝ schizophrenia
ˌskɪtsə(ʊ)ˈfriːnɪə/
noun
a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behaviour, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings...
Sasha sat placed in her seat not moving a muscle since she sat down the first time, listening to the awful things the voices told her.
Sasha was diagnosed with schizophrenia at the age of eight years old. She was called 'crazy'. All six voices are all on one accord, trying to get her to kill herself was their goal.
The boy sitting right next to her with his chair leaned back on two legs instead of four leaned over and slurred in her ear, ‘Aren’t you ready to die yet? Everyone is waiting on it,’
Sasha's heart began to race as she leaned to her right trying to get away from the voice that whispered in her ear.
“Watch it.” a boy yelled shoving Sasha upright back into her seat the way she was previously. Sasha's hands began to shake and Sasha could feel herself beginning to sweat as she picked herself up from her chair she head for her teacher's desk.
‘You’re so stupid. Look at you, making mistakes. Stupid.’
“I.. It’s too hot in h-here..” Sasha murmured. Her teacher sighed as the room was actually cool. Cold if you’d call it that.
“You are crazy. In here is actually cold. Weirdo.” the girl said and the teacher glared at her
“Sarah! You stop that right now.” the teacher yelled scolding her before returning her attention to Sasha who could not keep still since the voices still whispered in her ear.
“Can I leave the class and go to the nurse?” Sasha asks and the teacher nods in agreement. Sasha rushes out of the class and into the nurse’s office.
“Hey, Sasha. You okay?” she asked Sasha turning around in her chair. Sasha vigorously shook her head ‘no.’ she covered her ears as the voices got louder and closer.
“Okay. It’s okay. C’mon.” she said inviting Sasha to sit down. Somehow she managed to calm Sasha down. Sasha stared into the open door frame waiting on her mother to come and pick her up.
Suddenly, a girl shows up at the door out of nowhere with a skinned knee. She wasn’t crying but, it was bleeding.
“Oh, whoa. How’d you get this kiddo?” the nurse asked her and she smiled as she held her knee up for the nurse to clean.
“I fell.” she answered plainly before looking back at Sasha. Sasha held her head down not wanting to make eye contact with anyone. “Hi.” she said happily as she smiled back at Sasha.
“Hello..” Sasha answered back softly not looking up from the tile floor. She bit down on her bottom lip as she shook her leg rapidly. She wanted out of there quickly.
“Okay, all done.” the nurse smiled handing the girl a lollipop. She took it and smiled back. She stopped in front of me.
“I’m Bayley. What’s your name?” she asked as she bent down to meet Sasha’s eyes.
“Sa..Sasha.” she answered once again not moving a muscle. She was hallucinating again. Which was why she never looked up from the ground. It was right there. She was nine years old and she knows since she had it that no one could see what she sees.
Sasha’s mom showed up and she took Sasha home. Sasha wasn’t used to people talking to her and being nice. It was just the voices that made everything seem all wrong. Of course, she listens to them.
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Okay, so this was just to introduce Bayley and get a look at Sasha and the voices. The things they say, how she reacted as a child.
