Chapter 2: Eli's story

Eli's point of view:

Hello, my name is Eli Goldsworthy. I'm going to tell you my story. I have Schizophrenia. That means that I hear 'voices'. I am in a mental health hospital because of some wild things that I did because of my condition. I rarely have hallucinations. I mostly hear voices telling me me what other people think of me. Most of them are saying things like, 'they're lying' , 'they are pretending to like you', and 'they actually hate you.' There was only one person who could make the voices go away. Her name was Julia. Julia is someone who I really opened up to. She was the love of my life. KEY WORD: was. She was beautiful. Another key word: was. She had jet black locks and big brown eyes. She also had full lips and cute little dimples. That face that I once thought was beautiful was now disgusting. But how I loved her so. I thought she liked me too but in return she played with my heart and smashed it with a hammer. I remember the day like it was yesterday.

*Flash back*

I rode up the drive way to her house and parked. I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. I knocked and he mother Carol answered.

"Oh. Hello Eli I didn't know you were coming over." Carol was such a sweet woman.

"Oh no, I just came here to give Jules her phone." She smiled and moved aside.

"Julia is in her room. You can head on up there." I thanked her and walked up the stairs. When I reached her door I heard music blasting. The song was "Crack a Bottle" by Eminem, Dr. Dre, and 50 Cent. I decided that I would open the door when the chorus said "You just hit the lotto" that was her favorite line so I chose to do that. I jumped inside her room when I heard the line and said it with the song. She didn't notice me because she was to busy fucking my best friend Thomas Williams. At that moment all I saw was red. I turned the music off and that got her attention.

"Hey what happened to the music?" she asked him. she turned her head towards the side and saw me. Her eyes widened and she tapped Thomas's shoulder. He stopped kissing her neck and noticed me.

"You…and You!" I screamed at them.

"Uhhh…hey Eli" she said to me.

"Don't 'hey Eli' me Julia I just came here to drop off your phone and I see you fucking like rabbits. Julia I loved you and I thought you loved me too. But you're just a heartless slut! And You…" I turned my attention towards Thomas. "I expected more out of you. Some best friend."

"Eli I … d-didn't w-w-want you to f-find out like t-this." She stuttered with teary eyes. I was just sick of her. She was a disgusting little whore in my eyes.

"That's the thing Julia you didn't want me to find out. Dana was right you are a selfish slut." I sneered with pain in my voice. Dana is my little sister who loved dearly. She and Julia NEVER got along. Julia got up and walked towards me and tried to put her hand on my shoulder. I backed up and shook my head at her.

"Julia we're over! O-V-E-R" I said to her.

"No Eli I love you don't be like this." She pleaded and it was sickening.

"No Julia are you that conceited that you think I would take you back?" she didn't answer and just looked down. I took out her phone and threw it on the bed.

"Give me back the ring." I said sticking my hand out. I gave her my favorite ring when I asked her to be my girlfriend.

"No Eli" she said as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Give me back the god damn ring." I demanded. She whimpered and let out a sob as she slid it off her finger and handed it to me.

"Julia… don't call, text, E-mail, and delete me on Facebook."

"But Eli" she cried. I just gave them one last look before running down the stairs to the car.

*End of flash back*

At that very moment I wished that she was dead and that I didn't waste 6 months of my life with her. Little did I know that she was going to turn up dead. One night she was hit by a drunk driver. Well Karma's a bitch. Even though I was really pissed I still cared. After I got the news I went down the path of destruction getting mixed up with the wrong people doing the wrong things. Because of my Schizophrenia my behavior became worse. It made me do things, things I'm not proud of. So here I am sitting in a whacky shack. But today was good. I met a girl named Clare. She was beautiful. She also has anxiety disorder. I befriended her when she started to talk to me. I had a feeling that this was going to be a good friendship.