Schizophrenia
Chapter 01 – Paranoia
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Delusions, his mind rang as if surrounded by thousands of shrieking clocks, chiming in his head and brought absolute torture. The thought of fire itself burnt his skin whereas in reality, nothing of a flammable matter was nearby. His wild hair knotted around his fingers, clutching to it for dear life as if it would stop the tormenting bells from ringing.
"Sasuke-san…" a sweet -
sickly
- female voice called for him, holding a tray filled with various colored pills. She smiled at him, almost as though she was nervous…or scared.
Sasuke's eyes shot open, crawling to the floor to kill off the burning sensation on his skin. "It. Burns." His eyes shot open, gnashing his teeth together to soothe the pain. The nurse looked at him worriedly, setting down the tray before preparing a long needle.
She tested the sharpness of the needle by gently poking the tip. "Sasuke-san, please stay still."
Sasuke squirmed; his eyes still shot wide open in terror. The size of the needle was huge, when in truth it was just very long. To his onyx eyes however, it was gigantic. He was terrified, struggled to leave by scratching the cushioned room open. Nothing worked. The needle pierced in through his flaming skin, sending torturous liquid into his veins.
He pushed her hand away harshly, screaming profanities to her face. Stupid woman, can't she see that his skin is already on fire? Why isn't she doing something to stop it? But of course she couldn't, because it wasn't there.
Sasuke felt dizzy, his onyx eyes felt drowned with slumber. He could finally calm down, but it felt weird as his rapid heart beat slowed. The nurse slung his weak arms around her neck before placing him on his untouched bed. "You should rest, Sasuke-san." She hushed him, tugging his arm by his side.
"They…stopped…the…bells…" he slurred, eyes drowsing into sleep.
Soon, all of the images whirled into a blur, nothing made sense anymore. He felt calm, but it irritated him so. The quietness is better filled with silent screams he hears every night. And every day.
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"His condition is getting worse, Tsunade-sama." A dark haired lady comment worriedly. Tsunade buried her head in her hand as a sign of a frustration.
"Has he been dosed?" Tsunade, the head of all doctors in Konoha Asylum, asked; tucking her blonde strands behind her ear. Shizune, her assistant who brought the news, nodded.
"But I'm afraid nothing is keeping him under control, other than regular doses and shots." She shook her head negatively.
Tsunade sighed. "I promised the Uchihas that he should be ready to go by the end of the month."
"I doubt that it will be so."
"We'll keep our fingers crossed. But for now, we'll take care of him."
Shizune nodded before she left the office. Tsunade sighed, irritated by her patient's slow progress. He should be okay by the end of the month; she's not a certified doctor for nothing.
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Sasuke walked down to the cafeteria, after a few doses of his own medication he felt slightly better, slightly.
He was hungry however, actually no he wasn't that hungry at all. But the voices in his room won't leave him alone, so he decided to go away, some place where they won't follow him.
"Hey Sasuke." He looked up to see Kiba, dressed up in white apparels, his waterproof red triangular tattoos by his cheeks smudged terribly. Depression, Sasuke recalled.
"Hi." The ravenette replied nonchalantly, massaging his headache away. He sat down on an empty seat next to Kiba's. His friend ruffled his muddy brown hair in distress. Sasuke cursed to himself, feeling little flames sparking up his skin once again. But it disappeared in a blink.
Sasuke looked around the cafeteria, everything was quieter than usual. No voices, they weren't there to disturb him. It's irritating, he needed it, he was used to it. Damn pills.
Someone with pink hair walked in, her hair cropped short to her shoulders. Her face was paler than usual, like blood drained out from her body. Eyes…those eyes were green. Maybe she's one of them Sasuke thought, burying his head in the palms of his hand. She was coming towards him.
Closer.
Closer.
Close.
She sat right on the table opposite him. She was real, maybe. Sasuke couldn't tell, everything looked real to him. But she couldn't be, no one has pink hair. No one has green eyes that dazzles. She turned around and caught him staring.
'What you looking at?' he heard her ask through her eyes.
"Nothing." He answered…to no one. She was there, because Kiba could see her too. And Kiba was not schizophrenic like him, no, just depression. But they all looked at him weirdly. "What?" he asked, irritated by other's gaze.
"Who you talking to?" Kiba asked him confused. Sasuke narrowed his eyes as though the question was obvious.
"Her, idiot." He snarled, pointing to the pink-haired girl accusingly. She shuddered and her eyes widened, scared.
Kiba shook his head in dismay, he knew Sasuke was crazy. "That's crazy talk." He remarked, continuing to sip his orange juice.
"She started it!"
"She doesn't talk."
Silence.
"What?"
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A/N : It's Fatin, and this is my solo worked-on story.
And because I'm probably the biggest loser on fanfiction, I'm gonna beg you guys to read and review this :P No flames...no flames...but criticism is welcome! Ughhhhh yes, I know Sakura in real 'anime' life has wayy too much to say to not be able to 'talk'. But you'll see.
First attempt in a twisted romance! Enjoy it while I try to run away from flaming torches. Ja ne!