Schizophrenic Psycho

[Chapter One] Our first meeting

"Another successful transformation."

I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. The short black wig I wore with purple and red streaks running through it looked real and didn't have a single strand of my golden blond hair sticking out of it, the white makeup on my skin completely covered up the freckles that dotted my Rosy cheeks, the dark shadow effect I added to my eyes with makeup made the black contacts I wore to disguise my emerald eyes even more realistic, the blood red lipstick adding an extra touch to the whole look. I lifted up the hood of my black, sleeveless, Assassin's Creed hoodie over my wig and tug slightly at my black cargo pants to make them look a bit more wrinkled so that they looked more worn. To finish off my mirage, I put on a small pair of fingerless black gloves with the symbol for the Triforce Power on the back of them and lace on my black combat boots.

Some of you are probably wondering what this has to do with anything, especially for a story titled 'Schizophrenic Psycho.' Well, you see, it all started two weeks ago . . .

"Do you feel like drawing another picture for me today, Charlotte?" Dr. Kanzaki asked me in her gentle voice that she always used on me during our sessions together. "Maybe a picture of someone or something in this room that you see?"

Dr. Kanzaki was my Psychological therapist to help me cope with my 'hallucinations.' Though her fading blond hair and sagging skin made her look like she was in her fifties, she was actually only thirty one, but a heavy smoker. I still have no idea how she manages to get through a one-hour session without a single cigarette, considering the small waist basket next to her IKEA desk is always filled with empty cigarette boxes and I've never once seen the ash tray by the window not packed to the maximum, not to mention the fact that lounge chair she has me sit on reeks so much of cigarette smoke that I think it has lung cancer. Though what made it worse is that she's always wearing these fancy black dresses that not only age her even more but also always seem to be soaked in flower perfume. Probably to hide the smell of cigarettes, but the smell of flowers always fought with the cigarette smoke, making it much more profound and nauseating.

I look up at the girl next to me in the room, completely pale with her faded green dress torn to shreds, blocks of cement chained to her feet and keeping her down, her long, black hair floating about her. "Do you mind if I draw you?"

The girl opened her mouth to say something, but a stream of water starting pouring from it instead of an answer, so she simply shakes her head and sent her thoughts to me, her words echoing throughout my mind as though she said them from the other side of a long tunnel. I do not mind you drawing a picture of me, princess.

"Okay," I tell her with a smile and get to work on the piece of computer paper in front of me with the color pencils that Dr. Kanzaki provided for me. As I start to draw the drowned girl, Dr. Kanzaki goes over to the gramophone that she brought to her office for me so that I may listen to my favorite record during our sessions: Imagine by John Lennon.

I close my eyes, melting into the soothing music that touched my heart every time I listened to it, my hand moving swiftly across the paper to draw the drowned girl despite me not even looking at it.

About half way through the second time Dr. Kanzaki restarted the record, I finally opened opened my eyes and gazed down at my art work for the first time. The picture was only drawn only used using cool colors - blue, purple, and green - but seemed to present the feelings the drowned girl felt as she was first submerged into the water, kicking her feet desperately and hoping that the chains would loosen as she tried to swim to the surface and breath, the bubbles escaping her mouth forming into a name, Brian.

"Yet another beautiful piece of artwork," Dr. Kanzaki told me with a soft smile as she admires the drawing I handed to her, the sight of her dark yellow teeth making me want to gag. "But, I must ask, who is Brian?"