Fiction About Schizophrenia Novels & Stories

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.

"Ow, Zia! Sand in the eyes. Really?" The guy—the stranger—ran past me into the water to wash his face. A group of teenage girls walked by, giggling and whispering about how "fine" he was. I felt a sudden, sharp surge of possessiveness. I wanted to bury those girls in the sand and make them eat their way out. Why do I care? I thought, my knuckles still stinging from the punch. I don’t even know his name. "Zia," he said, walking back from the surf, his shirt clinging to his chest. His expression had shifted from playful to something dark and grieving. "Something is wrong. The memory loss... it's happening again. I have to take you to the hospital."

"I've always loved you. Yeah, I started with a scheme, but I fell for you unknowingly. Can you forgive me? Please, give me one more chance. I'll prove my devotion." I scoffed, "What qualifies you now? Penniless pauper seeking bailout? Seeing your face makes me sick. Plus, why would I choose you over Pauline, a true heiress? I'm not blind." She left with dejection but loitered outside my complex for the following days. Then she vanished. Pauline told me that Jessica was pregnant with Mark's child and had moved into his place. Months later, a quarrel happened in a dirty basement in a run-down area.

He hoped that Carmen would be better, that she would forget the existence of this man and devote herself to her children who adore her more than anything, but she is so obsessed with the love of a man who has no heart. Her distress was such that her behavior had forced Fabian to call a psychiatrist, it was not John Keller who could have done it; he was too busy deceiving her. The specialist had concluded in a state of schizophrenia and had ordered emergency treatment, and that she be interned but John Keller who had heard of the situation had opposed it saying he did not want scandals. His wife interned because she was crazy? She would receive the treatment at home.

He found hunting humans more interesting than animals. I hear the reason why he wasn’t ruled in court and got taken to jail was because his doctor wrote him off as a patient suffering from critical schizophrenia and brain damage, meaning he was mentally deprived. But everyone knew that was a farce because it was Fernando, he got away with murder, and he can get away with everything. After he supposedly got out of rehab and got confined in his home, he supposedly started a mafia chain and dominated that world in no time. But how, how did I even end up here? Not in this house, but in this situation where I’m trapped, a slave of my mind as I try to argue with myself on Lorenzo’s innocence.

"It's not that I am unwilling to join the Army, it's just not my place. I still have a mission to accomplish before i do anything else. And if i join, those fellow soldiers will just be killed by me on the battlefield. You get what i mean Santini?" It's true. Once this mad psycho kills one person, he'll just kill everyone around him, allies or not. "You have a point.." "The government doesn't know that my problem is that serious. So they just keep pressuring me." "Why not just tell them the reason?" "No. They'll send me to the psychiatry and have me confined. That'll be the last place in the universe I'll be in." Next day, Carmen suddenly wasn't feeling well. And she fainted in Brian's arms.

But he didn't said anything. "Ok.... You don't need to tell me anything..... I will just go in and ask that doctor myself." I said as I stepped towards the cabin. "No... Wait.... I will tell you." He said holding my hand as an attempt to stop me from going in. "But not here...." He continued and dragged me with him to a corner. There weren't many people around us... I was looking at him waiting for him to say something. "Mahir is suffering from Schizophrenia and Scadenfreude at the same time... Which is very rare to happen at the same time with the same person... But can happen because of the situations or surroundings.

"And now?" "Now?" Dr. Jafar's lips twisted, a grimace of pity and horror. "He's schizophrenic - trapped between reality and illusion. Lives on sedatives, talking to Gean's ghost like he's still breathing. When the drugs fade, he sees the truth - Gean's dead, and he's alone with his madness. Breaks down, wants to burn it all. One minute he's sharp as a blade, the next he's clawing at shadows, manic and lost."

Right up to the top. “After the shift you’ll be able to heal, you could have a fractured arm and have it healed in mere hours” if Mela were a little girl, she’d probably be dancing around in my head. What was she so excited about anyway? “Hmm” I just said and trudged on. It was annoying that I had someone talking to me all the time and I couldn’t see them. I made a mental note to make a research on schizophrenia when I got back home. It was pretty dark when I neared the top.

Others seemed relatively normal, except they kept insisting that Warren Buffett had stolen their brain… I muttered to myself, “Is there even a single normal person in here?” While the nurse was handing out the medication, I seized the moment, rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and asked, “You’ve got the wrong person, right? I’m not sick. Why did you bring me here?” Unexpectedly, the other patients started copying me. They surged forward in a mob. “Yeah! We’re not crazy either! The crazy one is the world!” The nurse frowned, then pulled out a stun baton from behind her back.