Since I was born I was told that I was crazy and I couldn't see anything. At the age of five, my mother wanted to get me tested, so I did and what they found, changed my life forever. They told my parents that I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. I remember my mother crying, and the look of disappointment in my father's eyes. They asked if schizophrenia ran in the family, and it does, I got it from my grandma. They prescribed me Clozapine and I've been using it all my life. It helped some, but I still had hallucinations. At the age of 15, I stopped taking them because I didn't see the point anyway. But that ended up being the worst decision in my life. The hallucinations became more vivid, more real. I couldn't tell the difference between imagination and reality, and it wasn't until I killed an old woman until I finally got sent to a mental institution. schiz·o·phre·ni·a /ˌskitsəˈfrēnēə,ˌskitsəˈfrenēə/ Learn to pronounce nounPSYCHIATRY a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation. (in general use) a mentality or approach characterized by inconsistent or contradictory elements. "Gibraltar's schizophrenia continues to be fed by colonial pride" *** This is a short story, if it gets enough attention I may extend it.