Schizophrenia. A long-term disorder 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. No one really understands what it's like to live with it, I know i didn't until shit hit the fan. 2017 just wasn't my year...I thought I was going to have to live with this for the rest of my life...I thought.
"Mathias..." The entire room spun. "Mathias..." I could here my name echo in this little dark room, I couldn't see but I could feel the room shrinking in the darkness.
"Who's there?! I screamed into the darkness of the room, squinting my eyes trying to see through the black smog that filled the room. I could feel it seeping into my lungs...
"Mathias Abernathy!" I heard my teacher scream as she slammed a book on my table. Mrs. Shlatz. "Tell me, what is the answer to the question?" she asked.
Mrs. Shlatz was the oldest teacher at Slaughter-day Heights High. She was an older, short, white lady with long grey hair, her face tattered by age, and long fingernails that she painted a light blue to match her suit. Anyone at this school that had her can tell you. She's a bitch.
"Tell ya the truth Mrs. Shlatz, I don't know. Math really isn't my subject." I said as I leaned back in my chair and smirked at her. I could tell by the dead heartless look in her eyes that she wasn't amused. The rest of the class was in a dead silence, all too afraid of muttering a sound when she gets this way. I however, loved it. I loved pissing her off.
"Well maybe, Mr. Abernathy you would be better at it if you were to study once in your miserable life!" She said as she gave me the biggest scowl I have ever seen.
"Look here Bitch!" I said as I shot out of my seat. "I put up with you every fucking day!"
"Mr. Ab.." She started, but before she could continue I cut her off.
"No. Don't you ever! EVER! Say that shit to me again!" I said. I could feel the heat radiating off my skin.
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"Three weeks! You got suspended for three weeks!" I heard my father yell as I got into 'The executioner' my dad's 1967 black Chevy Cobra. My father is a tall man with semi-long shaggy hair, green eyes and a thick Irish chin strap.
"She insulted me. She had no right to.."
"ENOUGH!" My father shouted, cutting me off. "You are a child. You must respect your elders, it is whats expected of you. You are grounded." We slowly turned onto the wooden bridge a couple of miles from the house.
"Yes sir," I said without disobedience. Great, Just what I needed three weeks of nothing. When my father grounds me I get nothing. All I am allowed to have are my books, clothes, and my writing material. We pulled into the driveway to the house, nothing too great, just a single story two bedroom house painted grey with white trim. I walked into the house strait to my room, right as I walked in I realized he had already removed my tv, my video games, even my chess board was gone.
"This is bullshit!" I whispered to myself as I threw myself onto the bed. I laid there thinking about what had happened that day, how Mrs. Schlatz yelled at me, how I stood up to her after her unquestionable disrespect, about how I fell asleep. My dream. It struck me at that moment, my dream. The dark room filled with black smog. What could it have meant? I stared at the ceiling fan for what felt like hours until I drifted off.
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"God, it's so cold." I said waking up from my unexpected nap. Everything was dark, I could hear the rain outside hitting the pavement. The house creaked as the wood expanded. My mouth felt like sandpaper, I walked out of my room into the darkness of the living room. It smelled dank and musty throughout the living room, the room was flooded with a flash of light. All of a sudden the room started to spin and stretch, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't reach the kitchen. I fell to my knees, the room flashed, revealing everything within the room. I could see a dark smoke fill from the edges of the room.
"Mathias..." I heard a deep voice say.
"Wh-who's there?" I said trying to see through the thick smoke filling the room. Lightning flashed, exposing what little I could see of the man talking to me. He was tall, extremely muscular almost unreal. He wore a tattered red robe with hood, rusted chains wrapped around his pale shoulder.
"You're time has come child." He said as he moved closer through the fog. I could only see while the lightning flashed, before I knew he was right in front of me. I felt his grip on my shoulders as he slowly crushed me, he lifted me up as I froze in terror. I couldn't see his face behind the darkness of his cloak. Though I could see his glowing purple eyes, piercing through the darkness into my eyes, straight to my soul. Lightning flashed once more illuminating everything that wasn't already encased in fog, and I could see his hand raised with sharp jagged claws. "Now! You die!" He lunged his sharp talons at my heart.
"NO!" I jumped up from my bed screaming in terror. I realized then that it was still daylight, there was no fog and no monster. I let out a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare.
"Well if you don't want dinner you don't have to scream." My father said from behind my door. I didn't come out of my room that night. I was terrified that the monster would be there to kill me.
