Summertime Vibes - LGBT Short Stories.

What The Hell Is Your Problem Pt. 2

Schizophrenia: a serious brain illness. Many people with schizophrenia are disabled by their symptoms.

People with schizophrenia may hear voices other people don't hear. They may think other people are trying to hurt them. Sometimes they don't make any sense when they talk. The disorder makes it hard for them to keep a job or take care of themselves.

(Source : http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/schizophrenia-easy-to-read/index.shtml)

Now on to the story ..

LIA'S POV//

You stupid bitch.

Why would you kiss her?

She's out to get you!

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yanked at my hair, pulling out a few strands. My back slid down the surface of my bedroom door. These voices were stronger than usual ever since Nique moved into the neighborhood. I don't know what it is about her that makes them so angry. Maybe it's the fact that I pay more attention to her than them.

She'd never fall for a crazy bitch like you.

Give it up.

A knock at my door brought me out of my thoughts. My mother's weak voice drifted through the cracks.

"Lia dear, are you alright? Why'd you scream?"

My head fell into my hands. I hated when she acted like she was concerned about me. If she was so concerned she would've gotten me the help I needed a long time ago.

"I'm fine, Debra." I responded.

She sighed and I soon heard fading footsteps.

My phone screen lit up. I crawled over to my bed to grab it, seeing that Yannah sent me a text. A small smile crept onto my face.

Yannah 💞 : Baby what the hell is going on? Why'd you leave like that? Do I need to come over?

I thought about not texting back but my read receipts were on and she'd know I was ignoring her.

Lia ❤️ : I'm good. I'll see you at the party later.

She didn't respond.

My door opened and in walked Ciana, my best friend since diaper days. She eyed my ruined mascara and the clumps of hair on the floor. I shook my head. "It's getting worse everyday, Ci."

She helped me up off the floor and onto my bed. "The voices?"

I nodded slightly. She's the only one besides my mother that knows about my issues. She wants to become a psychologist one day and is really interested in mental diseases and stuff. A while back, she said that I may have something called schizophrenia. I'll never know though, at least not until I'm old enough to see a doctor by myself.

Ciana went to the bathroom and came out with some tissues to wipe my face.

"I kissed Nique today." I said above a whisper.

She smirked and then immediately gave me a disappointed look. "I know you like her even though you hate to admit it but what about Yannah? Don't be doin her dirty like that."

She knew about my feelings for Nique before I even knew about them. She knows me more than I know my damn self.

As I collected my thoughts, she dug through her purse and pulled out a small dime bag. I smiled, already knowing what was inside.