A/N: I have nothing to say much here. I'm wrapping up this fanfic soon. Also my chapters are going shorter and shorter.
Chapter 15: Support Group
I entered into this community service building. I walked through the hallway. Following some signs overhead. I passed a large cafeteria, an office desk, and a couple of bathrooms. The building also has vending machines, more vending machines, and those huge blood pressure machines peppered in the building. Also, three is smoking trays in the building.
I finally found the room where I supposed to be. The room was labeled "Room 114". There was a sign on the door. It read "Schizophrenic Help Group" and "No, the stock market isn't schizo you dumba**". "I open the door. In the room was a round table with six chairs. Five of them full, but one was empty. There were five mammals: a ram, a wolf, a bobcat, a bunny, and a fox. "Welcome!" greeted the ram with a cheerful tone. "We hadn't had anybody new here since a couple of months." He pulled out the empty chair. "Come, sit." As soon as I sat down on the chair, he push it in. "Introduce yourself."
"I'm Charlotte," I said with a bit of nervousness.
"Hi, Charlotte," everyone said except the wolf and the bunny. The bunny typed something in his tablet. Then he showed the screen to me. It said 'Hi, Charlotte". The wolf was motionless as if she was dead. She seemed to be staring in the ceiling. She had a strange posture and her mouth is slightly opened.
"What are you guys's names?" I asked.
"Im Matt..." the ram said. The rest introduced their names. The bobcat is Mitch, the bunny is Ronnie, and the fox is Roxie. "...and she is Heather," Matt said as he introduced the wolf. "So, what brings you here?"
"My psychiatrist recommended this to me."
"I'm glad he did. Sometimes you need help getting through hardships in life."
"Thank you."
A sound of a bell distorted by a tablet or phone's speaker rung loudly. Ronnie typed something in his tablet. He showed the screen. It said, 'How's life?'
"Not good," I said. "A demonic ewe waits for me every time I wake up." I didn't want to describe it further.
"You don't to share everything," Matt said. "You're braver than I am. I would've ran away from it screaming."
I chuckled. I felt a bit more comfortable. "I hid from the abductors."
"Why did they want you?" Roxie asked.
"I don't know. They just want me."
"Have you call the cops?" Mitch asked.
"Yeah, but I got fined for a false 911 call." I looked at the Heather's motionless body for a split second. "I don't mean to be rude, but why is Heather like that?"
"She has catatonic schizophrenia where she has weird body movements or this, and she can't afford her meds," Matt answered as I felt bad for her. "Watch this." He moved her arms up so that she looked like she was doing a touchdown dance. Then he let go of her arm, and they stayed there. "Isn't it weird?"
"Yeah." He moved her arm back. I said, "A voice dictates my life. It tell me what to do."
"Does it threaten when you when you don't follow it?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Most of them are bad."
"I have other voices that are horrible."
"I feel your pain." He made me feel understood.
Roxie talked about getting pregnant, but she doesn't want her baby to have birth defects. Mitch is still finding the sweet spot for his meds. And Ronnie typed what he wanted to talk about on his tablet. Heather was in a catatonic stumper to do anything but sit. I felt comfortable, and some Metallica was playing in the background.
A wolf came leaned into the room. He said, "I'm here for my sister."
Matt made eye contact to everyone at the table after listening to the wolf at the doorway. "Well, that's all folks. See you later." Everyone not in a catatonic stupor and at the table said goodbye to everyone. The wolf carried Heather out of the room. Mitch, Ronnie, and Roxie walked out of the room. Matt grabbed his wireless speaker before leaving. I left with a little bit of hope in my life.