(In the starts of the chapters I'll say who's playing the character. this chapter is Kendall Jenner, a picture in the side)
It was a long long time ago.
Eva and Harry had a almost perfect life. Almost.
It was the day Harry was going to propose Eva to marry him. He knew she was the one for him, and he thought it was mutual. Until the moment he got a text massage.
He didn't knew how stupid he was, to believe all her words, the understanding from him about the late hours shes coming home, to love her.
Harry had always, since he was born, anger issues. But he always tried to fight his problems. But now, he couldn't take control over it.
He punched the wall so many times with his fists, that there were so many holes. he eyes got blurt, and there was starting to be figures or shadows, he didn't know what they really were. They were staring at him, and then started to whisper, he was hearing his name pooping from every corner. it was reminding him bad memories. "Stop staring at me" he yelled over them. He knew at that moment, that, they're coming back.
' harry was sitting in the back of the class, as always. his teacher was talking fast and he couldn't understand nothing for what she have been saying. but it wasn't all of that. They were talking. so many voices getting into his head, he couldn't handle it anymore. They were always in his head, but now was the part they were too loud. too much to Harry to stay calm. He started to scream loud, wanting the voices to despaired. "Stop it" he screamed and all the faces in his class turned and looked at the screaming boy. "Stop staring me" he yelled and without anther word he screamed a deafening scream, and in that the teacher have came closer to harry, wanting to get him out of the class, but he didn't think like her. "Get away from me" he pushed her to the floor as she have put her hand on his shoulder. All the children in the room was shock and started to be scared. Everybody knew there was something wrong with him, but they didn't have prove, till now. He ran his eyes between the people in the class, and finally have returned to the teacher that was still lying on the floor, looking at harry in fear and in her eyes there was... Pity? Harry didn't liked her look in her eyes. "Calm down harry, we don't wanna do something we will regret on" She said in her relaxing voice, raising her hand up to the air, Implying Harry to stay where he is. But he didn't listen to her. he got closer to the young women on the floor, and nobody notice his scissors in his hand until he rise up his hand to the air, ready to throw the scissors on the poor women to her chest, right in the heart. But at moment he throw the scissors, the principal come into the class, looking at the poor women that lying on the floor with a scissors stuck inside her knee. behind the principal there was a student, she was in his class, her name was Olivia. Harry was thinking to himself - how did she got out from the class without his attention? "Harry what are you doing?" the principal whispered, on his face were a fear expression. Why is everyone afraid? Harry asked himself. Harry ran his eyes again on the people in the class. he got into stress. He didn't was acutely aware to what he was doing. He ran out of class, running breathless in the hall. he just wanted the whispers to stop. When harry got out of the school, he broke down. He fell on his knees and start crying heavily. And the whispers begin again. Harry rise his eyes to the air, and there was like it was - air. But he was still hearing those whispers. The awful whispers that was hunting him for years. He blinked twice before he opened and then he sew them. Staring at him, with pity looks and then they're eyes was turning black. He couldn't stand it they were looking at him with they're black deadly eyes. "Stop staring at me" he covered his ears with his plum to keep the whispers out. But it was too late. They were already inside his head. He gave up to them. when he opened his mouth, his voice was weak. and broken. tired and he whisper to the shadows "Pleas" '
That when they were starting to take control over his life. Until he met Eva. He thought they had something special.
They got away thanks to her, but they only came back because of her.
Harry had sat down on his couch, trying to breath and stay chill. Am i really going to act normal? Harry asked himself inside his head. and they came back again. He wanted her to feel the pain he felt as he sew that picture that the unknown number send him. Her kissing other guy, with the same cloths as she got out to work this morning. "Why" harry whisper to himself, but he wasn't alone. He couldn't feel alone when they were there.
He was a good listener, Especially to them. "Do it harry" , "let her feel the pain she deserve" , "Hurt her harry". They have the same mind with harry, and harry knew it. He wanted to let them in. Not only to his life again, But to his head. Harry stood up from the couch, getting closer to the kitchen.
They were like a drug. You knew you use it, and you still let it effect on you. No matter what it will always be remind by something, it will always be part of your life, until death.
Exactly like a drug, harry came back to them. He was ready for them.
He was getting closer to the cutlery drawer, knowing exactly what he want from there. He lift up the knife, looking at it, deeply, like it was something unfamiliar to him. Harry looked a few times over and over at the knife and regrets were coming to him. "You want do it harry, let me suffer, i deserve it" Eva voice was deep down in his head, He felt like she was right next to him, whispering in his ear, ans that was driving him crazy
He wanted to do it.
He wanted REVENGE.
(1261 Words, yeah, i'm sorry it is really short)(Yeah, so I researched the disease, schizophrenia, and in fact everything that happens to Harry are symptoms, for example, he imagined the characters and hear their whispers, I mean it was all hallucinations. These are all symptoms of the disease. Comment, and vote?)
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Schizophrenia [h.s]
FanfictionSchizophrenia is a mental disorder often characterized by abnormal social behavior and failure to recognize what is real.