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Aclaimer: Yes I own Xiaolin Showdown... But it got taken off air because Omi grew too big to fit his monk outfit... Am just full of crappy excuses, lol.
'This'= Jack's thoughts.
Note: For the next chapter or so the story SCHIZOPHRENIA is being taken back a few years to better explain the background behind the first, and possible further chapters.
In school:
(Snickers) "And he actually thinks he looks cool with that red hair and black cloak" "Oh my god I know, he's such a retard!", "Gingerbread headed retard!". The 3 kids erupted into muffled laughter. A 10 year old Jack sat a lonely desk with the 3 said kids at a desk behind him. He stared down towards the desk, trying to concentrate more on the maths paper (which he had '25 minutes' to complete), than what the other children in the class were saying about him.
More muffled laughter, Jack sighed and stared down at the question paper 'Question 1: Ok so... I just add 4 14's together and that makes er...'. "Argh!" Yelled Jack in suprise as something small and round hit and bounce off his shoulder. He glanced back at the table behind him, to see the 3 kids sitting behind him that still laughing and pulling faces at him (he hated them they alwys made him the butt of every joke in school).
"Hey Ginger, open the paper" Snickered the only gone of them. 'Paper?' Jack confusedly look back to his desk and noticed a crumpled piece of papr 'Probably what hit me' Jack thought to himself. Against his best judgement he opened the paper.
It contained a crudely (even by Jack's standards) drawn picture of a little kid stabbing an pretty woman through the stomach, with the words 'To Mrs Halloway, die cunt die! Love from -.' badly writen underneath the picture. Blocking out the mocking voices and laughter behind him, Jack stared confusedly at the picture, it took a few seconds too long to realise exactly what the picture and writing was about, and by then it was just a tad bit too late.
"Mr Jack Spicer!" Jack cringed at the sound of his teacher's voice behind him, and hurridely tryed to hide the paper "Too late Jack, your meant to be doing maths not doodling, hand it over!" Jack looked pleadingly into her eyes "Now!". The 3 children behind him began to snigger, the rest of the class slwoly joining in. Jack sighed sadly knowing exactly what was going to happen, handed her the paper and stared miserably down at his desk. Mrs Hallway looked in shock at the picture "Oh my, oh... Report to the principal's office at once Mr Spicer!". Jack slowly got up from his seat and began to walk towards the door "Hey Gin-ger... Whats going on?" one of the boys who sat behind him asked, giving Jack a fake look of suprise. Jack looked back and glared before walking out the door to the principal's office.
At the principle's office:
"Jack? Jack, are you listening to me?". Jack slowly looked up from the floor he'd been pretending to stare at interestedly for the last 10 minutes while the prinicpal yelled at him. The well dressed 40 something year old sighed, ran his hand through his greying hair and knelt down in front of Jack.
"Look, all we are asking you to do, is just ease up on the practical jokes...", "But I..." Jack intrupted. "Not yet Jack, just let me finish" the prinicipal re-inturrupted, watching at a very miserable looking Jack over his horn rimmed glasses "I understand... I was a young boy boy myself once" 'No way, really?' Jack thought sarcastically "And your body and mind are going through changes" Jack's eyes bugged out "Your going to begin to take an interest in girls and want them to notice you too. However, calling them names such as 'cunt' will not help matters, now do we understand each other?".
"Yeah but", The prinicipal got up and ushered Jack onwards the door "Now because of the severity of this matter, I called in your parents but apparently their still on a businness trip, so you sitter is going to come in and take you home instead". Jack was unable to explain what really happened and just had to once again take the blame for what someone else had done.
At Spicer mansion, in Jack's bedroom:
Jack sat in his (then) white walled bedroom, enfusiastically playing what looked to be the sega megadrive version of Sonic. The little blue hedgehog darted across the screen avoiding numerous mechanical cretaures, and got hit by a wasp like creature. "Crud!" Yelled Jack "No! nononononono Nooooo!" Sonic attempted to gain back some rings but got shot by another wasp type creature and died. Jack threw the controller to the floor in annoyance and glared at the black screen with the words 'gameover' based in the center of the screen. He flopped back on the bed he had been using for a chair and closed his eyes. It wasn't fair, he had no friends, his teachers didn't believe him that he was getting bullied, his parents didn't care (they were always too busy going off on business trips) and (Stomach gurgles) he was hungry, his sitter should have given him dinner a while ago...
Jack got up, walked through the long and elaboratly decorated hallway and snook down the stairs. The living room door was open a crack and through the crack he could his sitter (Sophia) sitting on his parent's 1000 dollar leather sofa, munching a chicken leg and laughing at something on tv, spraying bits of chicken as she did so. Jack hung back uncomfortably by the door, he didn't really want to go in but (gurgle, he clutched his noisy stomach) it was 7:00pm and he hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast (The school had chucked him out before lunch and Sophia had sent him to his bedroom as soon as they got home).
Taking in a breath he slowly opened the door and walked in, Sophia immediatly stopped laughing, gulped down her chicken and glared at Jack. "What is it?" She snapped and pointed her 'perfectly manicured finger' towards Jack "I thought I'd sent you to bed!". Jack cringed uncomfortably "Its just... I'm hungry, I...I haven't eaten since breakfast". "Well then you should have thought about that before you called your teacher a cunt!" Jack lowered his head B-but I".
"Listen Jack" Sophia intrupted calmly "Look at me" Jack slowly lifted his head to face her "Do you know why your parents leave you alone? It's because you are a discusting, selfish little brat who doesn't care for anyone but himself, the only reason they didn't throw you away at birth is that no one else wanted you, you're repulsive and defective... you're a freak! Now go to bed!".
Back in Jack's bedroom:
Jack sat on the floor holding a toy dinosaur in each hand, prentending to play with them but not really watching what he was doing. 'My parents love me, their just away alot of the time cause... It's not me, it's not my fault I'm not...' Tears began to fall down the ten year old's face and he quickly attempted to wipe them away.
'There there Jack it's okay, it's okay to cry sometimes!', "Huh?" Said Jack, hastily wiping his nose with his sleeve "Wh-who said that?" 'I did Jack' The strangely accented female voice replied. 'I've been watching you for a while now, there's no need to be afraid, I want to be with you..'. Jack glanced around "Where are you" 'I'm right up here Jack, in your head, my name is Adria and as long as I'm around you'll never be alone again'.
And for the next year it was just like that, life was perfect, (He began to be able to visually see Adria, even though she was more like a small dark outline/figure of a girl his age (it was impossible to see her features). Adria taught him that it didn't matter what others thought and also helped him feel more comfortable around others (He still didn't have any school friends but he could at least communicate easier with others). She also helped him further his interest in mechanics, persuading him to read up and work on different machines (his first invention being a kettle which froze water instead of boiled it, he wasn't too sure how exactly it was useful, but Adria said it was brilliant all the same).
They celebrated his 11th birthday party together (his parents away on yet another business trip, and his sitter Sophia rarely even bothering to even show up to take 'care' of him anymore). It was the best birthday he'd ever had, they'd tried to make lemon cake for his birthday, though it backfired when Jack forgot to put the lid on the food mixer. But they'd still had fun, spending the next hour or so chasing each other round the mansion while flinging sticky pieces of uncooked lemon cake at each other.
For Jack it was perfect, everything was perfect, until one day it all changed.
At Spicer Mansion:
"Adria? Am home!" Jack called out into the empty house as he took of his school backpack and flung it into the kitchen (They'd both decided is was best for Adria to stay home while he was at school, lest people begin to question why he was repititively talking to a person invisible to them). Jack walked through the dark hallway, into the living room and flicked on the light. "Adria? Hellooo?" 'Hello Jacky' replied a cold male voice.
"What?" Jack spun around to see something shift in the shadows of the hallway. "Who are you?", 'I'm your worst nightmare, don't even bother worrying about Adria, shes long gone'. "What? What the hell did you do to her?", 'I didn't do anything'. The figure in the shadows appeared to chuckle slightly 'She left of her own accord, couldn't stand the sight of you I'm afraid, yet meeting you, I 'can quite' understand why'. "You... your wrong she wouldn't leave, What did you do to her" The figure sighed dramatically 'You'll soon find that it's not truly 'you' who is in control- Send them in!'
Someone muttered something, no it wasn't just one it was hundreds some whispering, others screaming (impossible to hear what any one voice was saying). Jack clamped his hands over his ears but still heard them "What is this?" He yelled over the noise, the horribly cold voice chuckled once more 'Its all the evil, cruel or unkind things you have ever heard, said, done or even thought all rolled into one-Why I do hope you like it Jacky?'
"Why you...!" Jack lunged at the shadows and his vision suddenly plunged into darkness he looked quickly back at the lit living room, he couldn't see it, he was blind. Jack growled in frustration "What did you..." 'Temper temper my boy' the voice chuckled close to his ear 'you wanted to take a swing at me, well I'm right next to you!' Jack punched to his right and his fist connected painfully with the wall of the hallway.
'Oh dear' tutted the voice 'I really did mean your 'left' side' Witout faltering, Jack swung a second punch to his left knocking over a table and smashing something or other (he couldn't see what). 'You really are too slow' The voice taunted Jack growled and began to throw punches and kicks towards the annoying and taunting voice.
After a what seemed like hours, he was finally too tired to continue. He frantically felt his way across the wall, atempting to find someway out of the house (the mansion was very big, and the blind fight had really disorientated him) away from the mixed whispering and cold taunting voice. He finally thought he'd found a way out but realised all too soon, that it was a walk in closet. 'Well well looks like we have you cornered Jacky' The cold emotionless voice drawled on. Jack pushed at the walls, desperately looking for an exit as the voices became louder. 'Nice of your Adria to step aside, we'll destroy your mind, and let you do the rest, you are so weak and pathetic after all I doubt anyone would even-'
Anger boiled within Jack's blood at his inability to fight back, "Stop this!" He yelled (Interrupting the cold voice) "Who the hell are you anyway?", "Get the hell out of my house!". 'As you wish' chuckled the voice Jack was shocked at how suddenly and easily the voice just gave up. But he sighed in contentment all the same, as the voices began to fade and his vision returned. He turned to walk out of the cupboard then froze as he saw his red-headed parents wearing their posh matching blue suit,. and staring in plain confusion and bewilderment at their bedraggled son. Jack smiled uncomfortably at them and muttered "Uh... nice to have you back?".
At the doctor's office:
The room was small, the doctor, therapist, whatever he was (Jack didn't know or care) sat at one side of the room, his parents at the other. He-Jack, had been told to sit in the centre of the room (Why did he feel like he was part of some weird experiment?). Jack kept his head bowed to block out the stares he was getting and clutched both sides of the chair trying to calm down some of anxiousness he felt. He'd had to sit there for half an hour, listening to the doctor and his parents talk about him like he wasn't even there.
"Well personally, from his withdrawn body language and the behaviour you've experianced from him, I'd diagnose him with having advanced Schizophrenia" Jacks head jolted up, 'schizophrenia?', he thought to himself, 'What's that?'. "Now schizophrenia", The doctor continued, "Is an imbalance of the brain, where the victim truly believes that what they are seeing, hearing or feeling is real, even though it's all in their mind and doesn't truly exist".
'Well I guess that would make sense' Jack carefully thought to himself. "Now I personally think that you 'should' sign this note to have Jack admitted to our mental ward but if you have any quarms against...", "We'll sign it" his parents replied in usion and without hesitation, each took a pen signing on the dotted lines.
Jack quickly glanced up, Admitted, mental ward? He didn't want or need to be admitted! "Wait" he yelled "Don't I get a say in this?". His mother glanced back at him with an almost pitying gaze, but the doctor shook his head, "Jack really does need more help then you can give, it's best if you don't answer, no need for him to get excited". Jack chuckled aloud, excited? He was fucking terrified, how the hell was locking him up with a load of wackos and psychopaths supposed to improve his mental heath?.
His parents finished signing the papers and began to walk out without so much as a backwards glance. As his parents reached the door, the doctor attempted to usher Jack out through a different pair of steel white doors. But Jack dug his heels into the 'perfectly' tiled floor. Causing two burly security guards (he never did quite figure out where they'd appeared from), to each grab one of his arms each, and force him through the doors instead. The reality of where he was going hit him with full force "No!" He shouted, struggling, "Mom! Dad! Come back!" His parents didn't even look up, as they walked through the only exit and left. "Adria! Help me!" Jack began to yell instead "Adri-" The steel doors slammed shut preventing anyone from the outside from hearing any more.
His office quiet once more, the doctor settled himself back down into his chair, and busied himself with sorting out the numerous scattered papers on his desk into piles.
To previous reviewers:
Ritsuka189: Thanks for reading, liking and reviewing.
Twistie-Cone: It's too late...I forgot to insure Betsy-the-horse, so when she jumped the fence, I had no insurance to claim, so, heh, (shrugs apologetically).
As always... please read and review, I'll try an make the next chap more interesting...
Sayonara!
