Sooooo in case y'all haven't figured it out, Asher has schyzophrentia. I thought it would interest you guys a bit more and keep people reading..... I hope everyone that's been reading has enjoyed so far. I apologize for the shortness of Chapter 5, I just wasn't feeling like writing a ton ;-; So I always take suggestions, ideas, etc.... Any motivation is appreciated xD so enjoy this next chappy
I shake my head clearing my mind of the memories.
Schizophrenia wasn't something that I enjoyed and it certainly wasn't accepted in today's society.
But of course who would enjoy something that controls everything you do?
After the vase incident, mom looked at me with total disgust and disappointment...
I was only six and I didn't realize what was happening to me.
The voice had caused me to lose my mom and I couldn't process what I did wrong.
She used to be a loving, sweet mother.
I couldn't have asked for a better mom, until that voice came into my life.
It came in between our relationship and destroyed the love she had for me....
Ever since, I wanted mom to give me attention and love, but never once have I received it since....
I hated being the way I was, and I wanted so desperately to be someone else.
I guess its a waste of time wishing for something that is impossible.
But in all honesty, Jezter only comes and goes every once and a while, the last time being after dad gave me my scar.
It was rare to hear from him, but when I did it was frightening. I can't describe it, sharing your head with someone, but not really someone.... its sounds almost human, but chillier, and with an edge of threat.
I aways knew the difference between him and someone real. ...
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My stomach rumbled, ready for me to feed it.
I made my way downstairs, thinking of what to eat.
My hand hovered above the fridge, and I realized Mom wasn't home, neither was dad.
I shrugged. More time without them....
Pulling out orange juice, sausage, and eggs, I began preparing breakfast.
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The aroma of cooked sausage wavered through my house, causing my mouth to water, and my tummy grumbled.
Man, calm down, I'm getting there!!
I cracked an egg over the edge of the frying pan, and then another. They sizzled, and began to cook.
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With Death Etched In My Heart
AlteleI'm that guy you see, alone. The one you call Emo, a fag. To everyone, I'm just that waste of space. No one knows me. I paste this act onto myself everyday, but its all fake..... Asher, a seventeen year old boy, with the worst case of depression an...
