It Started With Counting Numbers....

Chapter One

ALL WRITTEN IN ALEX'S POV UNLESS STATED.

O.C.D, Three letters and one painful meaning. Schizophrenia, thirteen letters to match with thirteen voices.

I stood in front of the big blue metal locker that read '65' on the top. I opened it, then shut it again, then opened it, then shut it.

I knew I should have taken my meds today. I didn't. Now the voices were bothering me, I see things that probably aren't there, and I'm opening my locker like a maniac.

I shut it again and then began to dial my combination. I saw someone approach me, but I thought it was just another vision.

"Hey, what are you doing?" He asked. He had a beautiful voice.

"I opened my locker exactly thirteen times and shut it thirteen times. I'm about to open it for my fourteenth." I said quickly and began to open it again.

His hand found mine. I looked up at him. My god he was attractive. I noticed he had three little gold spots in each eye. Exactly three, no more no less.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Well, besides from an extremely hot guy talking to me, the voices screaming at me, and opening my locker every second and shutting it, I was okay.

"I need to go to the nurse." I said quickly. Seven words in two seconds flat.

"Let me take you."

We walked together. He carried my stuff and I avoided stepping on the blue tiles. I just stepped on the white ones. This boy that was helping me was stepping on all the tiles. That began to freak me out.

I stopped and he noticed.

"Are you-"

"Can you please step on the white tiles only?"

"Why?"

"You'll think I'm crazy." I sighed as he shook his head.

"I won't. I promise." He said.

"I have O.C.D and schizophrenia and the voices won't leave me alone and I didn't take my meds and-"

"It's alright. I'll help. What's your name?"

"Alex."

He smiled a trillion dollar smile.

"I'm Jack. Come on, let's get you your meds."

And he led me to the nurse with one arm carrying out stuff, the other around my waist.

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I sat in the nurse's office with Jack for exactly fifteen minutes. Why was he still here? I didn't mind too much.

Jack helped me organize the shelf full of medical supplies and even helped me count alcohol swabs that were in a glass jar.

"So there's four hundred fifty-six all together." I said. Jack smiled and nodded.

"How do you feel?"

"Better, I stopped counting the tiles on the floor." I smiled back.

Jack helped me up.

"Let me walk you to class. Who do you have?"

"Art." I said as the voices went down to a soft whisper and all of the black birds cleared my vision.

"Me too. I'll sit by you." Jack smiled. He picked up my stuff again and held the door for me. Why was he being so nice to a complete psycho freak like me?