Schizophrenia.

Brother o' mine.

I think about turning back and running back home when I hear Cole talking to his friend. Cole is a bully, he even made a girl commit suicide.

I know.

As I muster up the courage to polietly ask him to get the fuck out of my way before I punch him in the face, he glances to me, his silver eyes shining, a look on his face that would make you think he's looking at a pile of junk.

"Well look who it is." He exclaims, walking up to me slowly, as if he were about to kill me.

I suddenly feel very small under his glance, and I think about running. But I stand my ground, not even flinching when I hear a sudden scream in my left ear.

Just a voice.

It isn't real, Chloe.

"Excuse me." I mutter, looking in his eyes but looking away quickly, intimidated by his death glare.

"Where do you think your going?!" He asks, his eyes now raging like a wild fire. He wasn't used to my bravery, and neither was I, but I loved it nonetheless.

"I-I.." I say softly, his friend staring. "Well...why does it matter to you?" I ask, Midnight popping into my mind,

giving me the confidence I needed.

"I just don't want you talking to Bridget. You'll creep her out. I don't want my girlfriend creeped out by a mental freak like you." He scoffs, nudging my shoulder, and I stumble backwards slightly. I look at him. "I'm not a freak." I lie. "Leave me alone."

"Aye, Cole, leave the girl alone. " I look at the friend. I look at him for a while before realizing who it is.

Josh.

Josh had been sitting and watching me the whole time, not bothering to help.

I look at Josh and shake my head, feeling betrayed.

"No thanks Josh." He laughs. I angrily push past Cole and I walk past Josh too, angry, hurt, and confused.

Why didn't he help me?

I thought he ... he liked me. I loved him.

Was he just leading me on?

Some best friend he is.

I walk past Bridget's house and head back home.

"Chloe!" Josh runs next to me and I roll my eyes. "What do you want?" I ask sharply, glaring at him. When I glare at him, I see a flash of hurt strike his face and I stop, feeling bad.

Maybe I was a bit too harsh.

"Sorry I didn't stick up for you. But I knew that I didn't have to, Chloe. You have a fighter in you, you know that? Your special. In a good way, of course." He looks at me and smiles, as if erasing the memory of me glaring at him.

I scoff and walk. "Right,"

"You don't believe me, do you?" He shakes his head.

"Why should I? I'm not special. You only compliment me this way because you're a phsychiatrist! I hear you tell a bunch of people this. Not everyone can be special." I say, meaning every word.

"That's where you're wrong, Chloe."

"Excuse me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Think about it this way, Chlo. Nobody in the world will ever do the exact same thing as you. They'll never look exactly like you, think exactly like you, or be you. You are the only you there will be. No matter how hard you try, you can never be like anyone else. You can only be yourself, and I suggest being happy about that because damn, your a freaking anazing person. Nobody will ever be as amazing as you." He says, every word more calming as the last. That's Josh for ya, making you feel special and knowing his job is done once he's made someone's day. He can be stupid sometimes (most times), but then again he's a boy and they're all stupid, but I wouldn't ever change him.

Even if the prize for changing him was getting rid of this illnesss.

We walk for a moment in silence, the only noise coming from our sneakers as we walk across the road. It wasn't an awkward silence. It's a silence that makes you feel at home, relaxed, even in times of hurt.

We make it to my front door. "You should probably go back to your friend. " I sigh.

"What are you talking about? I'm with her right now." He grins sheepishly and I shake my head, unable to stop the smile that's slowly growing on my lips. "But yeah, I should probably go see Cole before he picks on another beautiful lady, like yourself. Bye, Chloe." He says and in the blink of an eye, I hear him running down the street, the rubber of his sneakers clashing with the cement. Oh what a wonderful sound. I walk inside and intake a sharp breath, remembering my mother. She left for work, and she left the front door unlocked.

I look around quickly and my heart stops as I hear shuffling upstairs.

Where do I go?

What do I do?

I grab a knife from the drawer and quietly make my way upstairs, chewing my lip.

I hear whispers and I panic when I realize the person is in my room. I feel tears threatning to spill as I clutch the knife in fear.

Help.

I open the door slowly and I look in the room. My brother.

But that can't be. He died..

"Chloe! Oh how I missed you." He stands up slowly, walking toward me, and I walk backwards slowly.  I look at him. I felt a mix of emotions. Fear, comfusion, and-- longing.

I missed my brother so much. I really did. I missed his laugh, his stupid jokes, the smell of his cologne, everything about him made him his own person.

A person I miss so much. I walk up to him after a second, and touch his hand.

He vanishes, leaving me in my room,holding a knife, tears streaming down my cheek. 

"CHLOE!" Bridget hugs me from behind and I gasp, the knife flying out of my hand.

"What the fuck, Bridget?!" I scream

"What?" She looks confused.

What? What? She broke into my house and she's asking me what?

"Your window was open so I just climbed in." She shrugs, walking over to my bed and taking a seat, acting like what she did was no big deal.

I look at her, wide eyed.  I sit next to her.

"I wanna watch tv." And with that she turns the tv on, and we watch cartoons. 

There's something about this girl that makes me wonder if maybe she's not human.

But I'd be a hypocrite to say that someone who isn't normal isn't human.

Bridget. What a girl.