User:PsychoticLaughter

Hated.

Always hated.

By everyone.

That is how it always was. For me, it was hard. Hard with school, people always bullying me there, parents, that will never understand anything, and everyone in society, who will never accept people for who they are.

I was never asked to be born like this. With having a bad heart condition and having selective mutism. I know that I'm more fortunate then some people, but those are still hard to live with. When I was little I only had a few friends, but they all left when I got older. Now, I'm 15 years old and I have no friends, at all. But all that is nothing. The biggest problem is that I have depression, paranoia, and a little bit of schizophrenia. Since I have selective mutism its hard to tell people that, so I just keep it to myself. Nobody needs to know, right? I can feel the schizophrenia getting worse each day and most of the time its hard to ignore. Now the voices in my head won't go away anymore. This went on for months, but one day they started to go away and I started hearing them less often. It only starts getting bad when I'm alone. So I try to not be alone. But today was different, when I came home my parents weren't there. The note on the table said that they'll be back tomorrow morning. I walked up the stairs and went into my room. Right when I sat on my bed I heard something scratching outside my window. I went over to the window only to see nothing. Maybe it was just the neighbors cat again or maybe a bird or something. I decided to go to sleep. That night the scratching sound wouldn't stop and I couldn't sleep for a minute. I threw the blanket off of me and turned the light on. I went over to the window again, but I couldn't see anything because it was too dark out. I locked the window just in case. I sat on my bed listening to the scratching for about a half an hour. Then I noticed something unsettling. The scratching wasn't coming from the window, but from my mirror next to the window. A chill ran up my spine. The paranoia's just getting worse, right? I couldn't convince myself. I stood up and hesitantly walked over to the mirror, staring at my reflection. It seemed like the closer I got to it the louder the scratching got. I couldn't check behind it like I wanted to, because its bolted to the wall. I ran my fingers across the cold edges of it. When I tried to text my parents on my phone, it wouldn't work. Every time I entered anything it kept deleting itself. It never did that before. I threw my phone on my bed when I tried for the sixth time. Maybe its not real, maybe I'm just overreacting to something simple. I laid back on my bed and glanced over at my alarm clock 11:11 it read. I started drifting off to sleep, ignoring the constant scratching. I woke up to a crash. The mirror has been shattered. I sat up and jolted back. I looked at the clock again 11:11. Wasn't that the time it said before? I had to have been asleep for at leased an hour! I wanted to go over to the broken mirror, but my body wouldn't move. I didn't know if I was paralyzed with fear or what it was, but I couldn't move. My body just felt numb. I had no clue what was going on. I stayed like that for about a minute, then my lamp started flickering. The light was going out. All I could do is watch it flicker and hope it doesn't go out. And, of course with my luck, it went out. I still couldn't move, so all I could do was sit in the dark, wide awake, waiting for something to happen. I started to hear the scratching again and my body stared trembling. I stared at the direction of the broken mirror until I saw something. Something blood red. I stared at the glowing red object and then I noticed that there were two of them. Eyes. I realized they were eyes. My eyes started tearing up. There was no way out of this. The eyes suddenly vanished. Then I felt something on my legs. Something cold and sharp. It started clawing its way up both my legs, the scratching, the claws tearing into my flesh. It then felt like my arms were being cut. I was being soaked in what felt like blood. That's when I knew that this was real, not a hallucination or anything. I was actually bleeding. All of this was happening so fast, I couldn't comprehend what was going on. Tears was streaming down my face as I started blacking out and drifting out of consciousness. I passed out.

Police tape was everywhere. Flashing red and blue lights was all my parents could remember when they came back home the next morning. "It looks like the cause of death was suicide. She looks like she has some medical problems and it seems like she had some schizophrenia from her behavior. She might of started hallucinating and cut herself with a piece of broken glass. Still, this is a slightly odd case...", a police officer said. The other officer closed his book after he wrote down the rest of the evidence,"Why do you think this case was odd?" "Because", the officer said sighing, "There was a good amount of blood next to the broken mirror and good amount on her bed, where she died. The blood next to the mirror was too much, that she would've passed out there. And plus... There was no trail of blood like there should've been between the bed and the mirror; in case she crawled or walked to the bed." "What about murder?" "No sign of forced entry and the only thing in the house that was forcibly broken was the mirror."