Noah Brown a college student suffers from short term memory loss and . Schizophrenia he doesn't remember the hurt he caused half the time. The voices in his head tell him to do it. His split personality's fuck his head up most of the time.
Running back into the club. I stumbled holding my wrist. I looked back seeing if Noah was chasing me. Tears rolled down my face as I entered the VIP section of the club.
"Oh my gosh!" Nicole gasped "what-"
"Take me home! Please" I cut her off with a shaky voice
"Alright. Y'all come on." Nicole says. Amara and Nicole came to my side. We all walk outside the club as Amara examined my cut wrist.
"What happened Ryan?" Amara asked. We get into Amara's car since. Noah sped off. His car is nowhere to be found.
I lock the door and start busted out crying. Nicole gently holds my wrist.
"This cut is bad, you might need stitches. What happened?" Nicole asked
I look at her and Amara. "I...F- fell, I walked down the alleyway to find Noah...he wasn't there, I tripped over a shard of glass."
"Why are you crying so hard? Why ain't Noah here with you?" Amara crossed her arms
"I'm crying because this cut R- really hurts. J-just...take me home." I look out the window resting my head on it.
The car doesn't start because I feel them looking at me, Nicole sighed and started up the car.
"Luke just texted and said he's gonna stay longer," Amara says
"Such a little hoe" Nicole laughed. Their voices blurred out as I was in my mind.
Did that happen? Did he hurt me? this must be the crazy side he was talking about. I zoned out looking at my large cut. I wrapped my cotton jacket around it to stop the bleeding. Not good enough but...it's helping a little.
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Sitting in my bed watching my phone as it buzzed from Noah calling me 89 calls, 264 text messages saying he's sorry and threats saying heel blow up my house if I don't answer him. I nervously bit my lip because I'm now realizing that he's really scary.
It's not normal. I know he said he has his problems but he went that far to kill a man. Let me not act dumb, he told me he killed Izzy for "my good".
I grabbed my phone declining his call. I call the only person to make him sane.
I waited for an answer as it rang.
"Hey, sweetie" she answered
"Aunt Dawn, hey. Um, can you please meet me at my place, it's about Noah."
"I'm on my way," she says
"Alright, I'll leave the door open," I say hanging up the phone.
I get up off the bed pacing back forth. I grab my computer from off my bed and search for Psychiatric Hospitals in my area. This is the only way to help him. I just want him to get help.
