Schizophrenia - The stolen Lycan

“I never wanted this in the first place” “I don’t care Linda, you agreed, we couldn’t just leave her there” Mum and dad have been fighting a lot lately. as always, I’m under the bed, it's my safe place whenever mum and dad fight over my... “problems.” “I can’t deal with the crazy any more, we can’t hide what she is forever Luke” I've always felt like mum doesn't like me very much. I don't think she loves me. “The new drugs will stop it all, the voices will stop, know one will ever know, SHE will never know” Yesterday was my 10th birthday. I was so excited to wake up to a new day. I was so happy, even more so when the voices started again. Willow! I was so glad to have her back. She found me when I was 5. I never felt lonely with her in my ear. She left me for a while. Mum and dad said I needed medication, that Willow had to go away. I missed her. Other then dad, she was all I had “And what are we meant to tell her? That it’s just some mental illness!” Mum losing it. pore dad, she's always yelling at him. “That’s exactly what we tell her, She won’t know any different.........schizophrenia!” Dads voice was hushed yet forceful, but it was clear as day to me. Am I crazy? “Schizophrenia... seriously?” “Yes Linda” “schizophrenia!" mum has gone quiet. I can't hear anything for a few moments. Have they stopped fighting? “I’m tired Luke, I’m tired of this same old argument.... I hate that you made me do this." Some times I wish it was just dad and I. I don't even think mum likes us, let alone loves us. “Come out from under there sweet pea, it’s time for bed." With a defeated smile, dad squots down and peaks under the bed. His eyes are glassy, red, and look tired. “No matter what, I’ll always love you, ok sweet pea.” "I know dad. You're my favorite." rolling out from under the bed, looking up at dad with sad yet loving eyes. He tucks me in, just a little too tight. “I can’t breath dad” I start to giggle, so much that dads face lights up with a real smile. The kind that makes all his smile lines show. I love dads smile. “Sleep sweet.” Dad pinches my nose and gives it a wiggle... it's his little annoying habit I love about him. Slowly, dad turns around and walks to the door. With a sigh, dad looks back at me, and quietly shuts the door with a click.