Fiction About Schizophrenia Novels & Stories

He sank to the bed, and opened the first page. “For sixteen years, I have had to care for my schizophrenic brother.” His voice caught. “I never saw it as a burden, because that boy is like a son to me.” He opened the book which I now realized was a sketchbook, and my heart stopped at the images before me. Dean’s eyes met mine. “You chose to prey on a mentally ill man?” he shook his head. “You’re one cold-hearted bitch.” The surprise on my face must have been clear because he frowned, “Did he tell you those stories too? The one of me setting him up to be sexually abused, or witnessing our parents drive off the bridge?”

“I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility.” “I am being cared for at Mountainview Psychiatric Facility…” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind.” “I suffer from schizophrenic hallucinations and delusions, and have spent the past four years in a fantasy created in my own mind…” “Werewolves are not real.”

“Sickness?” He looked at Stacy again before meeting my eyes. “It’s called Schizophrenia.” Schizophrenia. As someone who read a lot, I was aware of what that was. It had to do with bad, chronic hallucinations. It was a mental sickness. God. I thought back to the first day I packed in and met her in the room...how excited she’d been to greet me and Sean, bubbling like she’d just been given the world. I hadn’t understood then. She was glad to have a roomate because she had never had one before.

It was me. Again. I flexed my fingers. Ice crystals formed at my fingertips before melting instantly, as if shy about being seen. “Schizophrenia,” I whispered again. “Early-onset, trauma-induced, with a splash of elemental fantasy.” “Gosh, how I wish I could slap some common sense into you right now.’ Lora groaned in my head. “Quite down, I'm trying to think and your voice is a little annoying." I whispered before another buzz was heard .

“Don’t hide your problem from me, I can see it. You can trust me,” I sighed loudly, “Eliana, I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I can’t stop thinking about someone keeping constant eyes on me, I feel it everywhere. Look, that is why I don’t have my curtains open and I’m not enjoying the rain I love. I don’t know, I think I’m developing schizophrenia,” I told her and as soon as I spoke the word, ‘schizophrenia’, my eyes formed tears. “Jen, baby, there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s only you’re fearing your husband. Forget him, love. He’s your past, I told you many times. You don’t need to fear him,”

I paused and looked at them, I can't believe I'm lying to them but I don't have a choice. "When she came back around I was overwhelmed and filled with joy, I told her about all the things that happened after she went into that state thinking she'll feel pity for me, and together we'll tell everyone that I didn't try to kill her but she said all the rumors were right that I dod try to kill her, I was upset with her and we had a fight that's all...I didn't tell anyone that I'm schizophrenic because I thought that the hate talks would just get worst."

I sighed. “I know ma.” I heated up my dinner and headed up to my new room. I was so sick of moving around, but we had to leave again. My mother set my pills down on my nightstand. I hated these pills they always made me feel like a zombie. I wasn’t sick, but it was the only way my parents could understand me. They refused to believe me when I told them differently. I’ve been in six different hospitals and have been in therapy for as long as I can remember. I have caused a lot of bad things to happen and it was always chopped up to be schizophrenia, but I knew better. I know what’s wrong with me, but no one listening. Even when I tell them the truth. So I don’t anymore, I don’t show them or t

He held her face gently between his palms and spoke, 'Hea you know you have schizophrenia (A person hallucinates things that weren't there). She jerked his hands and stepped back. She whimpered, 'I'm not crazy'. They looked at her and tears appeared in their eyes. They felt terrible about her condition. Jungkun kept staring at her and muttered, 'Sorry, babe, you got to deal with this'. He smirked and crossed his arms across the chest.

It was like a shadow we couldn’t shake, no matter how far we ran. Kaiser was seeing a therapist he met in london, online. I had one too. We didn’t see the same one, and she’s a wolf. She’s amazing. He got tested by several doctors for his schizophrenia. He’s journalling evrything so if something turns out to be real or fake, he writes down at the end of it that this either happened or didn’t.

Just a face with a many scars and a thousand stories people would write without ever asking me to tell my own. I wrapped it around tightly. Maybe too tightly. But at least it gave me something to grip when the world spun too fast. Thank God, It was Friday. All I needed to do was avoid people eyes and stay out of sight. At school, I moved like a ghost. I arrived early, sat at the back, kept my eyes on the board. I didn't want to exist anywhere else- especially not near Jade. Especially not after yesterday. And yet… Him being my deskmate made it impossible.