Schizophrenia (Updated & Revised)

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Chapter 16: "You're so smart Ryder."

I woke up to yelling. I sat up in my bed and walked to my door to peek out of the small caged window to see what was going on. All I saw was doctors hurrying in a panic as they shouted back and forth. What happened? Why is everyone freaking out?

I saw Derek rushing by. I shouted out to him. “Derek, what’s going on?” I asked. Derek came to my window, face completely flushed from color. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost. The asylum is 10X more insane than it usually is. Doctors continued to run around as Derek and I stood face to face.

“Your doctor, Dr. Adams, he was murdered last night.” His voice was trembling.

My heart dropped. I felt sick to my stomach. Murdered? My last resort to helping me get out of my current situation is dead. I’m alone. Who would do this? Who would murder an innocent doctor?

That’s when it hit me:


He was in the room when Dr. Adams was telling me how to take him down. Blaze was in the room the entire time. It had to be him; who else would it be? No one else was in the room. Dr. Adams is yet another innocent person Blaze has taken away from me. There was no was I was letting him get away with this.

Derek ran off and I was left alone in my room once again. I span around and yelled, “Blaze! Get yourself in here right now!” I was furious -- Blaze was on my last nerve. I didn’t even think he could kill people who were still living. I didn’t know he could still kill people period. He could hurt me and harm me as much as he wants, but hurting those around me is a step too far.

Blaze turned up in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk clear on his face. God, how much I hated that smirk. I walked up to him, my face beaming with anger. “You murdered Dr. Adams, didn’t you?” I asked. Blaze let out a low chuckle. He patted the top of my head as if I were his pet.

“You’re so smart Ryder.” He grinned.

I swatted his hand away. “What made you think it was okay to kill Dr. Adams?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

Blaze shrugged as if it were nothing. “I heard that little plan you guys were talking about and I had to put a stop to it. SInce I hadn’t finished my work with you, killing the doctor himself was my next best option. His tone was venom dropping. Blaze walked up to me and grabbed my wrists, examining his work. “These came out better than I thought,”

I pulled my wrists from his grip. “I’m tired of playing games. Killing the people around me who are helping me only makes you look weaker in my eyes. I’m still here alive and breathing, I don’t know why you keep trying. I’m catching on to how you play your game.”

Blaze only laughed in response and grabbed my left wrists. He began to squeeze my wrist. I winced in pain as blood seeped through the still healing scars. “Just like when we first met, you’re acting tuff. It’s cute, but pretending won’t get you anywhere.” Blaze applied more pressure to the cut, making more blood come out.

Blaze disappeared and I was left alone with a large mess of blood. I ran to my door and stuck my left wrist out the window. “Can someone help me? Please!” I cried, waving my bloody wrist. I saw someone hurry to the door, unlocking the locks and pulling me out of the room. I was pulled down the hallways in the middle of all the hysteria.

It was obvious Blaze wasn’t done with me. He was determined to make me and the rest of my time here miserable. I was ready to take on whatever he was going to throw at me. It was about time I took action and tried to take down this psycho. He’s caused my enough pain. All I have to say now: game on Baze, game on.

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