The Silent Girl: quiet, abused, and suicidal The Boy Who Hears Things That Aren't There: lovesick, schizophrenic, and suicidal The Girl With the Weird Paintings: artist, anorexic, and suicidal The Last Person You'd Ever Expect: Footballer, gay, and suicidal ✖️✖️✖️ "We were essentially the breakfast club only we all wanted to kill ourselves at the same period of time."

Part Two of Horror Text Stories I. Fictional texts between two or more teenagers. Scary, mysterious, funny, thrilling. Best read in black background. (For ages 14+) Follow the author on social medias! Instagram: BridgetMaellynn Twitter: BridgetMaellynn YouTube: Bridget Maellynn Snapchat: Bridgetblue

"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel