Very short, but still pretty good.

This is Fear Never Knocks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warnings: language, schizophrenia, suicidal thoughts

"They don't love you. They hate you. You're a coward and they know it," the cold voice for Fear whispered in Jenny's ear. "Go on, kill yourself and it's all over."

"No." Jenny turned to look at Fear, his gray face haunting her every second of the day. "I won't listen to you."

"You should; I'm the only one that you can trust. Your grandpa is always there... for Jackson, but never for you. He has a night terror, Grandpa's right there, but when you have a nightmare, he's no where to be found."

"Leave me alone!" Jenny screamed, clamping her hands over her ears.

"Jenny, what's wrong?"

"No, go away! I won't listen!"

"Jenny." Hands shaking her as she screamed and withered in the grip.

"NO! No! You're not real! You're gone!"

"Jennifer!"

"Jen-bear?" Jenny's crying ceased. Her grandpa was the only one that called her Jen-bear.

"G-Grandpa?" She wimpered, leaping into his arms.

"Come on, Jenny, let's go talk in my office." The man led his granddaughter downstairs into the office and sat her down in an arm chair. "Now, Jenny, who were you screaming at?"

"Him," She whispered, scanning the room for that gray face.

"Don't worry, Jenny, He's not in here."

"He's everywhere, Grandpa. He never leaves."

"Who never leaves?"

"Fear." Her grandfather jurked in suprise. He'd thought that they were over that.

"And Jenny, what does Fear do when he's here?"

"He talks to me, tells me to give up, that I'm a coward. Then, he shows up and makes sure that I'm the only one that can see him, so that it makes me think I'm crazy. But, I'M NOT!" The dark haired girl began to pace. "He won't leave me alone!"

"Jenny, do you think he's real?"

"I don't know. Logically, I know that he's gone, but he seems so real!"

"Shut up, bitch!" A voice hissed in her ear and she froze. "If you talk anymore, you're dead! He isn't worried about you. He's just worried about the neighbor's gossiping about his crazy granddaughter."

"No!" Jenny began to use her fists to pound on her ears, desperately trying to shut him up. There, he was standing by the doors, laughing her. "No!" She backed up and covered her ears with her hands.

"Jenny, Jenny, please, it's okay."

Her grandfather recognized her symptoms as those of schizophrenia and prescribed her a medication. The voices stopped, the visions stopped, and Jenny's life went back to normal. For the most part. She was recovering everyday, but she would never be entirely okay. But, she was better. And that was all that mattered.

What'd you think? I hope I portrayed schizophrenia well, seeing as I don't have it, nor do I know anyone who does.