Little Kitten (The Tale of a Schizo 20 Year Old)

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by PhiaD-D-Doll, Nov 22, 2012.

  1. It's been a journey, hasn't it. Who would've thought little baby Anya-
    Corporate coffee funding, buy a share while-
    Cross the road. No, don't cross. It's bad over there-

    Kill yourself.
    The voices stop for a moment, parting for two words spoken by a soft lady's voice. One I hadn't heard.
    The other voices gasp. Then they continue.
    I look up at my psychiatrist.
    "No. No bad hallucinations." I lie. It's been a journey. Cross the road.
    She smiles. "Great. I'll have Ron walk you to the exit. He's our new intern." Touch it. Have you touched it?
    I get up and fix my shirt. Mrs. Tina dials a phone number. "send Ron in."
    Corporate Coffee Funding, buy a share while you can. Going up, up, up!
    Ron has black hair and he is fairly tall- he also has a cat on his shoulder.
    The cat is also black. And not real.
    Ron smiles. "this way." he offers me his hand- I decline. Look there. Look away! She saw you! She knows! Corporate Coffee Funding.
    "so," he starts. "I like your shirt." The cat stares at me. Its eyes were human. It opens its mouth and speaks- with a familiar soft voice.
    All the talking stopps.
    "Kill yourself." The cat licks it's paws. "no one will miss you. You're worthless."
    "thanks. It's my favorite." I look down at it. A tight black t-shirt. Like all my other shirts.
    "it looks nice." he smiles at me and flashes his ID at the guard. The exit door opens. They have to have someone tell the guard to open the doors. "have a good day, Alessa."
    I walk out the door. "you too, Ron."
    Kill yourself. You don't fit in anyway.

    HELP! OH GOD SOMEONE HELP ME! IT HURTS, IT HURTS.!
    My eyes open to blackness, except one white figure in the corner of my room. My usual voices are talking.
    HELP ME! IT BURNS! SOMEONE! PLEASE! He screams and I sit up to look at him. He is on fire, but it's white.
    "You're okay." I say.
    "Alessa? Are you okay?" Chris says from down the hall.
    He looks at me. YOU AREN'T! He screams and rushes at me. I scream and brace myself for the hit that wouldn't come.
    "Alessa, are you okay?" My brother, Chris, comes in, pill bottle and water bottle in hand.
    "the Burning Man." my face is wet with tears. I haven't seen that guy in years.
    His eyes open a little before he hands me the bottles. I take two pills and drink some water.
    Christian gets under the covers with me and I cry into his chest until I fall asleep. Cross the road! Do it now!

    --------
    I'm finally getting back into writing on here! YAYYYYYY!

    LETS DO THIS BROSKIS
     
  2. Bump! Although confusing 
     
  3. It's not really confusing... Like at all...
     
  4. I wake up to the smell of pancakes. I get out of bed and put on my slippers before heading downstairs.
    "Morning, sweetheart!"
    "good morning." I sit down at my place at the table, marked by all the pills next to the plate. "what's our gameplan today?"
    "you're going to shower, get dressed, I'll drive us to the doctor's, we'll go to the store, then Zack will come over and then I don't know what else after that. Specific enough?"
    "that's good." I liked to know what we were going to do before we did it.
    Corporate Coffe Funding, buy a share while you can!
    I eat my breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and pills and head upstairs to shower and get dressed. Touch it. Did you touch it? She saw you! Look away! She saw you!
    Christian came into the bathroom to brush his teeth while I was in the shower. "so," he started. "Last night you saw something you haven't seen for years. Was he the first, or have you been seeing... Others? Like one of the bad ones?"
    "you can say their names. Saying Izzy or Seven won't make them appear. And he was the only one." I grab the conditioner and brush the bugs off it. They disappear before they can hit the shower floor.
    "you can never be too careful." he said. "hurry up. Your appointment-"
    "is the same time every day."
    "snappy, aren't we?"
    Hasn't it? Who would've thought little baby Anya and little girl Whitney would make it this far!

    "I saw the Burning Man last night."
    Mrs. Tina frowned. "really?"
    "yes. He told me I wasn't alright when I told him he was alright and then he tried to hurt me but Christian wouldn't let him. Zack is coming over today!"
    "please don't try to change the subject, Alessa. He told you you 'weren't alright'?"
    "I don't want to talk about it." I brought my knees to my chin and watched my the black cat play with some yarn. Don't touch them!
    "okay, then. I'm sorry. Zack is coming over? Who is Zack?"
    "Zack is my brother's fiancé. He is okay with me being crazy and Chris having to take care of me all the time because he refuses to get me a nurse." I smiled. "Zack is very nice."
    "I bet. And you are not crazy, Alessa. We've talked about this. Your hallucinations are very real. Like the Burning Man."
    "I don't know why I wouldn't be alright. I feel very good. I feel very happy." She knows! Look away!
    "that's good. Now, I'm going to..."
    I block her out and focus on the cat.
    No one would miss you. You're worthless. You're stupid. You're crazy. The cat smiles.
    "Mrs. Tina, I'm so sorry, but a Mr. Alex Smith needs you, like, ASAP." Ron sticks his head through the door. He waves at me. "sorry to interrupt, Alessa." I push my blonde hair out of my eyes and wave at him.
    "I'm so sorry, Alessa. I have to go." Mrs. Tina stands- she looks alarmed.
    "go ahead. Ron can take me to the exit." I smile. "I feel fine, Mrs. Tina."
    Mrs. Tina smiled. "you look happy, at least. Ron, take her out. And give her her prescription!" Mrs. Tina was gone.
    "let's go!" Ron smiles. The cat was on his shoulders again. He offers me his hand. I didn't take it.
    I get up and fix my shirt.
    "here's your prescription." he hands me the paper.
    "thank you. Let's go!" I smile, and Ron opens Mrs. Tina's door for me. "thank you." Worthless piece of trash. Kill yourself. Do it.