Schizophrenia: a long-term mental disorder of a type involving a breakdown in the relation between thought, emotion, and behavior, leading to faulty perception, inappropriate actions and feelings, withdrawal from reality and personal relationships into fantasy and delusion, and a sense of mental fragmentation.(in general use) a mentality or approach characterized by inconsistent or contradictory elements.
Soul and Maka have been best friends since birth. They were born on the same day, same year, month, and they were even born in the EXACT SAME SECOND. In the same hospital room too. The hospital was packed and all patients had to share rooms. What was even stranger about this was that Soul and Maka's mothers were best friends. Soul and Maka couldn't imagine a day without each other...
Here's their story:
(The woods, Soul and Maka age: 7)
"C'mon Soul!" Little Maka yelled energetically. "I'm trying!" He yelled back. Maka and Soul found their own spot a year back, it was a weeping willow tree (perfect for climbing), a lake and the dock convected to it. Maka was sitting on a branch that stuck out of the tree, while Soul tried to climb it. Soul almost made it to the top, Maka held her hand out for him to pull up. "I told you, you could do it!" She smiled. "Yeah, Thanks Maka!" He smiled back. Maka put her head on his shoulder as they watched the lake. Soon they both fell asleep.
A few hours later they woke up to see the stars. "Oh no! Papa and Mama will be mad if we don't get home soon!" Little Maka exclaimed. They jumped on to their bikes and road home as fast as their little legs could pedal. When Maka got home Soul walked her inside. "Oh, Spirit!" They heard an unfamiliar voice call in pleasure. Maka sniffled. "Huh?" Soul looked over at his crying best friend. He put his hand on her shoulder., "Don't worry Maka! We can have a camp out in the backyard tonight!" He smiled. She wiped away her tears, "Yeah!".
Soul and Maka were laying next to each other looking at the roof of the tent.
"Soul?" She whispered.
"Yeah?" He whispered back
"Do you think Daddy stopped loving Mommy?"
"I dunno..." He replied.
"Gee, thanks..." She said. He laughed. "Don't worry Maka! He does!" He replied in a loud whisper.
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"Maka?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know the ogre guy?"
"No? Who's that?" She asked.
"He lives in my head. He tells me to do bad things, but I don't wanna." He replied.
"He sounds scary!" Maka replied.
"Yeah he is..." He trailed off.
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~ An hour later~
They stayed up and talked about everything imaginable. "Hey, Maka? Can I ask you something?" Soul asked. "Yeah!" She smiled.
"Will you marry me?... you know when were old enough!" He asked.
"Hmmmm... Yeah! That's a great idea! Mama and Papa are married AND best friends, so why can't we?" "Yeah! I can't wait!"
And with that they fell asleep.
Soul and Maka were in Soul's bedroom, Soul told his mother about the little ogre the lives in his head. His mother got worried and sent him and Maka to his bedroom to play. Then the arguing stared.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT NORMAL!?" Samuel Evans shouted.
"I MEAN HE'S SICK! THERE'S SOMETHING MENTALLY WRONG WITH HIM!" Lydia Evans shouted back.
"NO HE'S NOT! OUR CHILD IS PERFECT THE WAY HE IS!" He protested.
"HE NEEDS TO SEE A THERAPIST! HE TOLD ME A MONSTER LIVES IN HIS HEAD!" She screamed.
"SO?! HE'S A CHILD! ITS HIS IMAGINATION!"
"HE SAID IT TELLS HIM TO DO BAD! HE SAYS HE SCARES HIM WHILE HE'S SLEEPING TOO!"
"Mommy? What's wrong with bro-bro?" Wes asked innocently.
"Nothing buddy, Bro-bro's fine." Samuel replied.
Then Soul and Maka heard the parents crying. "Soul? Are you Okay?" She looked over at him. He looked pale as a ghost, his eyes were watery and he looked like he was about to faint. And he did so. Maka screamed.
They took little Soul to the hospital. Maka's parents work at a high school on the other side of town, and couldn't be there soon enough. She sat next to Soul's bed, Wes standing behind her holding her shoulder. "Mr and Mrs Evans? May I speak with you in the hall for just a moment. They both nodded and did so. Wes and Maka, unintentionally, started eavesdropping.
"What's wrong with my son?!" Lydia asked concerned.
"I'm afraid he's showing possible signs of childhood schizophrenia." They doctor replied.
"No!" Samuel cried. Lydia cried. Maka and Wes cried.
"Soul?" Lydia turned to her son. Wes took Maka home while Lydia and Samuel stayed behind to talk.
"Yes Mommy?" He replied. She looked over to her husband. He sighed.
"Son, you know the ogre living in your head?" Soul nodded.
"Well he's... He's bad. He goes into your mind, and scares little boys like you."
...
"He's part of a bad gang called 'Schizophrenia', and the Schizophrenia likes to live in an active mind. Like yours."
... Soul stared at him. "A Schizophrenic mind, Soul." He said again.
"Soul..." He put a hand on his shoulder with much love in his eyes.
"You have Schizophrenia."