Schizophrenia

Chapter 2

 ONE YEAR LATER

The second I woke up the voices were there.

Oh, look who's awake. What do you even wake up for anyway, no one likes you. 

*Laughter

GO AWAY! NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE! 

*Someone breathing heavily

I rolled out of the bed and started walking to the bathroom

No, go to the kitchen. Go to the kitchen! 

I turned on my heel and started walking downstairs to the kitchen.

I could hear someone open their door from the kitchen and my body tensed up.

Its Harry.

"Hey, Louis? Make sure you take your meds, Okay?"

I ignored his request and turned on the TV and tried to remember what I came down here for in the first place.

Harry entered the living room with a glass of acid and a bottle of poison. 

Hes trying to kill you! Stop him, stop him!

He had a small smile on his face as he sat down next to me.

"Here, Lou." he said while opening the poison and tapping a few pills out onto his hand.

I slapped his hand away

"No!" I yelled

He tried to breathe in but he choked on his spit

"Louis, please. I'm not trying to hurt you" he pleaded

"STOP TOUCHING ME!" I screamed

He knows! He knows, no one will like you now. Look what you've done! Youre really just a faggot

He shook his head

"Louis, I'm not touching you. Please take-"

"Do you smell that?" I asked

Its a fire! You cant escape.

GO AWAY! LEAVE! 

*More laughter

"No, Louis. I don't smell anything."

He held his hand out to me, 4 pills resting on his palm

The voices were whispering about something, and I wanted to know what. But I couldnt tell, they werent loud enough. 

I could hear the tears springing to his eyes

It was a weird sound, kind of like someone hitting a glass with a fork, but lighter.

Kind of like the water looks when you throw a pebble into it, it sounded like water rippling 

When I didnt take the poison from him, Harry pushed me against the couch

"Just take your fucking meds!" he yelled, and he pried open my mouth and dropped the pills in.

Oh, you're dead now!

He turned the glass and I felt water rush down my throat, taking the pills along with it.

I pushed him away and started coughing

"I'm going to die!" i screamed "STOP TOUCHING ME! STOP IT!"

Harry threw the glass against the nearest wall and held his face in his hands

I could hear him crying

The rain is coming for you! 

Harry looked right at me, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks

20 MINUTES LATER

I noticed the colors I thought I saw begin to fade, and Harry was staring blankly at the ceiling. 

"Harry? I'm sorry." i whispered

I knew myself enough to know why Harry is upset, I know I did something. I just dont know what

He turned to me

"Its okay Louis.."

I sighed

"I wish I didn't make you cry all the time."

He turned away from me and continued to stare at the ceiling,

"I'm just a drama queen" he laughed

I shook my head

"No, you aren't. Its my fault, I-"

"Stop."

I nodded

"Okay"

I was overwhelmed with guilt.

Its my fault that our career is spiraling downward. I cant make my voice sing anymore. It just wont.

We do interviews sometimes, and I watch the boys sing at concert, but ever since I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia things have been different, and no one could deny that.

My voice seems to be one tone only, and no matter how hard I try to sing I simply cant.

So i go to interviews, and that's about it.

"Hey Boo, whens the last time you showered? We have an interview in 2 hours." harry asked

"Eer...like last week I think" 

I blushed

That's so gross, I'm so gross.

"Well, maybe you should go shower then?" he suggested nicely

I hopped off the couch

"I agree. See you after I'm done" I said while running upstairs

"Okay!" he called