Personally, I have schizophrenia and depression. I will try to make this as true to my experience as possible. Each person with schizophrenia experiences it differently, and this is my take on it. Please R&R! If you have any questions please feel free to ask them!
Wondersland
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. That's how I get through the day, Kurt thought to himself. He was so sick of the white. White walls, white cloths, even white curtains. Who has those?
I guess this is what I deserve, after what I've done. They have taken away my color. I used to love color, seeing it flow through my fingers onto the canvas, bleeding my thoughts and dreams.
Now the only color I got was the glimpse out a window when I was taken from one room to another. And Blaine, he was always dressed in colors.
Blaine.
He was coming today. That's why I had my hair done, well at least brushed. Hair spray was a no-no.
Blaine.
I had finally earned my visits, they were only every two weeks, but still, I was being good. Visits!
Blaine.
This was his second visit, the last one had to end early though. But this one won't!
Blaine.
He brought me my color.
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"How is he today?" I asked the nurse at the front desk, I'd only met her once before but she seemed nice enough.
"He has been having a hard week, but better than last week," she said with a warm smile.
"Progress."
The nurse flashed me a look of pity and I gave her a fake smile. I didn't want her pity, I knew what I was getting myself into, but I love Kurt. I am always going to be here for him.
I took the badge off her desk and made my way through the locked doors toward Kurt's door. Standing outside I took a moment to catch my breath. I hadn't seen Kurt for two weeks, and I missed him, but I had to push my feelings aside. I was here for Kurt and to make sure that he was okay.
Stealing myself for what I was going to see, I pushed the door open slowly.
There he was, the love of my life, sitting on his bed, hugging his knees to his chest, banging his head against the wall.