Schizophrenia Fiction Books Novels & Stories

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

the girl complained. "I am sorry baby, but I will have to go. I can't go against mom's wish," he sighed. Jasper Frederick, a 23-year-old boy suffering from schizophrenia. Brown eyes, sharp features, lean body, charming and attractive look, yet an average looking guy. Due to schizophrenia, he stays most of the time at home and hallucinates his dead girlfriend all the time. On the same day, At afternoon Nina walked out of the office building in a rush. She looked frustrated. "Huff, this workload. I feel like I will die working. This is so hard," she cursed her work.

Then I wanted to hug him and feel his heat wrap around me, maybe let it soak into my bones and fix all this misery I was putting him through. Watching his face, I said, “I’ll admit there’s something very...chemical between us.” His eyes sprang open. He stared at me for a moment before pulling his face from my hand. Scowling, he said, “It’s called a chemical imbalance. And those cause mental illnesses, like schizophrenia, so...” He wrinkled his nose as if smelling something foul. “I’ll pass.” Ouch. Spinning away, he started down the hall away from me.