WARNING: unstable Eli's, jerk fathers, the truth!, disturbing stuffing's :D
Chapter Twelve: Mentally Unstable (Clare's POV)
I entered the Goldsworthy home yet again, this time following Caroline, I glanced into the living room out of curiosity, Eli's voice coming to mind, "Curiously kills the cat." I shook his seemingly pleasant voice from mind. I gasped at the look of the living room, the leather couch was torn open, the stuffing hanging out, it seemed to be.. Clawed out. The vases were smashed on the floor, water and glass covering the carpet.. Then my greatest fear was the blood on the floor. I stood still staring openly at the blood being cleaned by a small girl. The girl looked up at me with emerald eyes, her long blond hair tied into a knot by a ponytail. Her face seemed haggard despite the fact she was only ten. "This way Clare." Caroline murmured, she placed her hands on my shoulders and guided me to the kitchen away from the weeping girl. Caroline offered me a chair and I thanked her humbly. Caroline sat across me and folded her hands together. For a while we stared at the table in silence before I finally sighed and looked into Caroline tired emerald eyes. "What's wrong with him?" I asked desperately. Caroline huffed and looked up at me. "Eli has schizophrenia." Caroline said blankly. My jaw fell open, I stared at her in shock that Eli could be schizophrenic. "How bad?" I asked. I was unsure of the case he had, I wasn't that into studying schizophrenia, until now. "Pretty bad. He has hallucinations of blood a lot, he likes to claw at himself and rip his flesh open. He says he see's people that don't exist. He had heard voices, voices that would tell him to kill or kill himself. He almost succeeded once." Caroline gasped, she started crying hysterically. I reached over and took the crying woman into my arms, supporting her head on my shoulder. The tears falling from my face were thick and wet, falling into puddles at the table. "Why does he see.. Blood?" I asked. I wanted to know it all. Just so I would prepared when seeing Eli. "When Julia was hit by the drunk driver and killed, Eli had appeared on the scene.. He had seen all the blood drained from her. Her every broken bone. Her spine had been snapped in half." Caroline said, tears washing down her face. I gasped and grabbed my chest, doubled over and started sobbing hysterically. Caroline and myself had taken turns holding each other until the tears ran dry. "He was diagnosed after Julia's death. He claimed that he'd seen her at school and at home. I just shook it off, thinking it was apart of the closure of Julia's death, but it wasn't. I walked in on him carving words.. Disturbing words in his wall. He would write about death and killing. Although what disturbed me the most was Julia's name was painted in blood.. His own blood." Caroline remembered. I covered my mouth and held the dry tears back. "Joseph and I had taken him to the hospital and they admitted him to a mental hospital. They diagnosed him with schizophrenia. Eli had been born with it.. But it was triggered when Julia died. Julia had kept him sane. The doctors had him in his own room. He stayed there for a couple months, until he claimed that the figures and voices had disappeared. I was delighted, perhaps he would be schizophrenic, but he could live a normal life. We decided that moving here might keep him sane. It did. I saw that he was more happier and had color in his cheeks. Lizzy had confided to me that he was happy because of you." Caroline explained with a faint smile. I gaped at her. "Me?" I asked unsure, pointing to myself also. Caroline giggled and nodded. "Oh he hasn't been that smitten since Julia. Lizzy thinks it happily ever after." Caroline whispered. I smiled. "But.. Ever since the lockdown.. He hasn't been himself. He's been locking himself in his room. I haven't seen any carvings and he had been taking his medication. I figured it was trauma caused by the bastard who almost killed my baby." Caroline gulped and took a minute to re compose herself. "But, after you two had an argument he had punched the mirror, Lizzy suspected that he was hurting himself, but he hadn't. I gave him his stronger medication used for when he was out of control and it worked. I've been keeping him home and watching him. He spaces out and just stares.. Like at the mental hospital. But when you came by.. He just screamed bloody murder that you were dying and was covered in blood. As you saw it took me, Joseph and distraction by Lizzy to inject him with a needle. He blacked out, Joseph took him upstairs. I suspect he's sleeping under Joe's eye." Caroline drifted off. I sighed and allowed a tear to fall. "Is he going to be like this forever?" I asked in a small voice. Caroline nodded. "I'm sorry Clare.. But if you support Eli than you can support this. It's just a small set back." Caroline explained. I closed my eyes. "He's not sane is he?" I asked again. Caroline took a breath, through her ragged throat. "He's not sane. He just needs someone other than his mother, father and sister." Caroline said. I looked up and whispered. "Me? But that can't be right. He went ballistic after I got here." Caroline lifted her lips and grabbed my hand. "It's okay honey. You can see him.. Ask him anything." I nodded and stood up. "Can I now?" Caroline nodded and I walked past her into the living room. I saw what I suspected was Lizzy. She was picking the glass off the floor and throwing it away. She looked at me briefly and smiled. "I'm Lizzy. Eli's little sister." She introduced herself. I smiled. "Nice to meet you Lizzy. I'm Clare." I introduced. "Oh I know about you.. Eli talks about you non stop. I think he loves you." Lizzy admitted with a grin. "Oh is that right?" I said. Lizzy nodded and started cleaning up again. I climbed the stairs and walked down the hall until I cam across a plain black door. I suspected it must have been Eli's because it had a huge "DON'T ENTER" sign on the front. I composed myself and nodded the door. "Come in." A gruff voice answered. I opened the door to a epitome of black and white. A man with Eli's dark brown hair and he had grey eyes. He looked at me. "Who are you?" He barked. I jumped back. "Clare. I'm Eli's girlfriend." I said softly. He grunted. "Did Caroline allow you in? Damn her.. Eli doesn't need visitors." The man grunted. Before I could answer, A small voice croaked. "Dammit dad. She's my girlfriend. Let her in." Eli said, he propped himself on an elbow and looked at me. His emerald eyes seemed sane.. For the moment.
I'm so happy! I finally was allowed to say that Eli had schizophrenia. It was hard to keep it in. But Eli was born with it and it triggered when Julia died. I might be off the medical history of it, but I'm going on my own mojo.. With the same symptoms and stuff. Another Clare POV.. Eli's will be next :D. Oh and thanks for the reviews! It makes me happy!
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