Schizophrenia (Updated & Revised)

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Chapter 6: "I'll keep my mouth shut."

I felt myself enter reality once again and realized I was returned to my room. I tried to rub my right eye but my hand was restricted. I looked up to see my wrist handcuffed to the metal bars of the head of the bed. I pulled my wrist over and over but was out of luck; I was cuffed to my bed. The guards who sedated me cuffed me to by bed to prevent me from having another outburst. I sat up and placed my legs over the edge of the right side of the bed. I stared at my wrist sat in the cuff attached to the bed.

I slid my index finger under my hairline, feeling the permanent scar Blaze left on me. How was it possible for a figure of my imagination to cause physical harm to me? The scar ran from the side of one ear to the other. If only I had a mirror to really see the damage. It felt as if it was beginning to scab and heal.

There was a knock on my door. I turned to see no one in the small window. I shrugged it off; it was probably my mind playing tricks on me. I turned back to my wrist, but my vision was caught by a figure stood before me. “Hello there,” he smirked ...Blaze smirked. He was standing in front of me.

In. Front. Of Me.

How did he escape my mind? Is this what it feels like to go insane?

He stood in a single spot, irritating smirk present on his face. His eyes found their way to my cuffed wrist which made him laugh. “Looks like little miss tough girl got in some trouble.”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. He was only here to get on my last nerve. Blaze quietly strolled around the small room, looking around and taking in every little detail. I watched as he traced scratch marks running up and down the walls.

Blaze turned back around and back to where he stood before. “I have a fun fact for you,” he said. “This room you’re in now was originally my room when I stayed here.”

I felt the blood in my face drain once those words came out of his mouth. What about Katrina Williams? Wasn’t she the first person the first person to be checked into this room? Once Blaze saw the panicked look on my face, he let out yet another sour left. Within the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Derek unlocked the door to my room and walked in. He unlocked the end of the cuff attached to the bed and didn’t bother to look at me. I stood up once the cuff was free and followed Derek down the halls. “Where are we going?” I asked quietly. I was exhausted; the drug drained every last ounce of energy I had left.

“I was told to take you to the institutions specialist,” he answered bluntly.

I sighed in exhaustion. I was too tired to cope with anyone or anything. I hate being drugged up -- it’s the worst feeling anyone could experience. I was in this institution for barely a week and I’m already sedated and being taken to the institution’s ‘specialist.’

Derek stopped at the door and opened it with his free hand. We entered a lifeless room -- no windows, bleak walls, no color -- to see a man sitting at a desk with his table lamp on and his eyes focused on something. Derek cleared his throat, “Ryder Bends is here for her appointment.” Derek guided me to the chair sat in front of the desk. The other end of the handcuffs was chained to the leg of the chair.

“Is it necessary to chain me to everything?” I huffed in annoyance.

Derek ignored my question and walked out of the room to give the specialist and I privacy. He continued to work on the paper, not looking up to me. I didn’t want to talk anyways; I was tired, restless, cranky, and frustrated. Even if I did get a chance to sleep, Blaze would find his way into my dream and torture me until I wake up. It’s a cycle of his that I’ve grown to hate.

The man finally shifted his eyes to me. “I hope you know everyone in this institution is aware of your outbreak earlier today. All those security guards who chased you were the people who requested you to my office. So, we’re going to be meeting at least twice a week, maybe more if needed. Today, let’s talk about what caused your sudden outburst.”

I sighed and closed my eyes to collect myself. It was beyond embarrassing to know everyone in this asylum knew what I did. I opened my eyes and locked eyes with the man staring at me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “There’s this guy in my head who tells me stuff and does stuff to me in my dreams.”

I sounded psychotic. I felt out of place; I didn’t feel like myself. I’ve never been the person to seem lost and confused. I’ve always been the person who knew what was happening, no matter the situation. I’ve been the girl to guide everyone and give out advice. Having other people guide my life for me was driving me nuts. I didn’t have even the slightest bit of control over myself or my life, I’d most likely go insane.

The man only nodded and wrote a few notes. My annoyance was growing the more I was sat in this room with this weird man. “Does this boy in your mind have a dream?” he questioned. I nodded, Blaze’s name burning my lips before it left my mouth. I could hear his venom dropping laugh in the back of my mind.

“What’s his name?” the man bluntly asked, looking down to his paperwork.

“Blaze,” I replied.

The man’s head shot up quickly. “Did you say Blaze?” his voice was full of fear. I slowly nodded my head, obviously confused. The man shot up from his seat and collected all his papers into his bag. I sat in my chair watching him freak out. He’s just a figure of my imagination, why would he freak out so much?

He continued throwing his papers into a folder and into his bag. HIs actions became more rapid. “I thought I would ever hear his name again, that demonic child!” he raised his voice with every word he spoke. Before I could ask how he knew about Blaze, he rushed out of the room. It didn’t take Derek long to stroll in.

“Can you explain what happened back there?” Derek jerked his thumb behind him.

I only shrugged, “He asked me a question, I answered, and he freaked out.” That was a simple as I could make it.

Derek slowly strolled over to me and unlocked the handcuffs. He pulled me through the halls of the institution and off to wherever I was wanted next. The halls were busier today; patients and doctors passed each other through every hall Derek and I walked through. I made eye contact with a few patients while others snickered as I walked by. Was this because they all knew about the outburst I had?

I rolled my eyes at the thought. I can’t believe they all think I’m the freak in this place. They’re the insane ones here, so I’m not sure why they have the nerve to laugh at me for one situation I caused. Derek continued to tug at the cuffs which was beginning to annoy me. All I wanted was to go back to my room and sleep off the rest of this sedation.

We walked up to my room and I couldn’t have been more relieved. I walked into the room, sat on the bed, and let Derek handcuff me to the bed yet again. He left me alone with my thoughts. I waited for Blaze to make his appearance; he would always arrive when I was alone or asleep.

Speak of the devil, Blaze popped up next to me, catching me off guard. He had on his stupid smirk that I wanted to slap off of him. I swear he only smirks and does nothing else with his face. “Great job scaring off that specialist. I never liked that guy anyways; he always asked me a bunch of useless questions and I was sick of his voice.” THe only thoughts I had in my head were the thoughts of how the specialist knew Blaze and how Blaze knows the specialist. He laughed to himself about whatever was in his mind.

Blaze stood up and leaned against the wall in front of me. He ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. “I remember causing so much trouble in this dump that they decided to throw me in the electrical chair and let me die there. I’ll remember that day for the rest of my time I decide to stick around this dump. They were sick and tired of counseling me, constantly sedating me, watching me hurt patients over and over again ...I was gladly given the name The Devil of Mills Mental Institution.”

I was confused to why Blaze was suddenly telling me all this information. First, he told me he was the original patient checked into my room and now he’s saying he was known as The Devil of Mills Mental Institution. Blaze must’ve been one heck of a patient to be labeled the devil of the institution. I wasn’t shocked to hear he was sedated and hurt people around him, either.

“Why were you thrown in here?” I asked without thinking.

Blaze’s eyes met mine. His eyes had a sharp look to the; his gaze could could someone open it was so deadly. Even if he didn’t try, he still seemed to scare me one way or another. All over, Blaze was a scary person with the darkest personality you could think of. “I was only here because my psycho parents were tired of dealing with me. They thought of the bright idea of throwing me into Mills Mental Institution back in 1992 when I was fifteen. They threw me in the electrical chair when I was eighteen and I still roam these God forsaken halls to this day.”

He then added, “That Katrina Williams chick ...she never existed. They made it all up so the world doesn’t have to know I ever existed.”

For years, people at up the story that Katrina Williams was the reason for the institution’s bad reputation. I was probably one of the only people in this asylum who knew the true story. “You better keep your mouth shut Ryder,” Blaze snapped. “If anyone in this place knows you’re aware of the real reason for the bad reputation of this place, they’ll kill you in a second. They don’t want anyone knowing my story.”

I nodded. “I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

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