Fag.Queer.Disgusting. Words I hear everyday, but not from the people around me, but the voices in my head. I, Jacob Perez have schizophrenia. Schizophrenia, the voices inside me. Schizophrenia, killing me slowly. Schizophrenia, my world is crashing down, down, down... That is until I met him.
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He was there. I could feel him, even though I couldn't see him. I could smell his cologne, I could hear his loud breathing. I could feel his gaze on me, burning on my skin, my body, my soul. It was like a torture.
A blissful torture.