Schizophrenia Books Fiction Novels & Stories

Whatever. But I had read it, skulking just inside the park entrance and probably looking like one of the junkies that queued up outside the drop-in centre in town. I'd love to have said it had been a riveting read, but there was nothing in the two-page glossy pamphlet that inspired me. Paranoia. Anxiety attacks. And the plot twist? Full-blown psychosis. The individual can lose touch with reality and experience visual and auditory hallucinations.

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?”

she said. I looked down at the veritable mountain of books. The titles ranged from “Disorders of the Mind: Wolf Psychosis and Beyond” to “Hidden Illnesses and Ways to Find Them”. I had already read several of them, but rereading them wouldn’t hurt. “Thanks.” I shoved the last bite of my second sandwich into my mouth, washed it down with the rest of my coffee, then hopped down from the filing cabinet and gathered everything up. “I’ll get started right away.”

Maybe I’d magically be teleported to that fantasy world in my dreams and leave this godforsaken reality. I walked towards where the fiction section was, avoiding the gaze of the few people I passed by, bowing my head so I could only see my black-colored chucks and the dirty gray tiled floor. I stopped by the fiction section and looked upon the rays of books aligned on the bookshelf. The end of the opposite side of where I was, was dimly lit and didn’t have the dark shady side I had experienced in my dream. I mean, what the hell was I to expect? That was in my dream, this is the reality I’m living in. I shook my head in utter stupidity at myself.

Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. This book may not reproduced in any material form or transmitted to any persons without the permission of the author. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It contains the otherworldly imaginations of the author about zombie apocalypse, magical illusions and over-exaggerated scenes that may not suitable to your taste. The plots of indirect discrimination may trigger your annoyance but it is just purely for entertainment purpose. Novelcat : https://www.novel-cat.com/bookDetail/13580755020

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without