Chapters Nervous, that's how I felt as I made my way slowly towards the only girl I've ever had a crush on; Scootaloo. I've had a crush on her since I first met her in school. Whenever I'm near her I get a feeling of happiness and trust and well, love. First, let me tell you a little about myself, I'm younger than Scootaloo by about a year. I'm 13 and she's 14. My name is Turner, Jake Turner. I'm funny, at least I think so, and i have a natural talent at video games . I'm good at sports, and I'm really good at doing tricks on my bike and riding it and stuff. I'm also schizophrenic. I hear things, sometimes good, sometimes bad, but It's been like that since I was 7. I take medicine, and it helps but it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me, like I'm 'broke'. The kids at school have mad fun of me for a long time because I talk to myself a lot. Sometimes I yell out loud at random objects and the kids will see me and call me names. I get beat up a lot at school because I scare the kids. It really hurts my feelings, I just wish they would listen and try to understand.
Scootaloo was the only one who ever stood up for me, she was there whenever I got beat up or whenever the other kids would make fun of me. She actually listened when I explained my odd behavior and would be empathetic towards my feelings. She never got scared when I would yell at the voices or talk to myself. The only time she seem truly nervous was when the voices began talking to me all at once, and I would stay in the courtyard talking feverishly to myself, trying to calm the people in my head. But even with all my imperfections, she still stayed with me, always helping when I needed a friend. So it was today that I decided to confess my feelings towards her and ask her out. I was walking towards her, feeling nervous, and getting really sweaty. She was talking to Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, thinking up new ideas to get their cutie marks. I asked if I could join once, but she said it was only for fillies without their cutie marks. I have no idea what she meant by that, and I don't know what a 'cutie-mark' is. Must be an inside joke.
“How about we try programming?” said Sweetie Belle.
“Well I guess so Jake, I think that's how it goes. Hey wanna walk home with me? We can tell my parents the good news when we get home.”
“Hey listen up Jake, calm them ugly names, say they need to move their asses out of the way or you're gonna beat the living hell out of them. Come on, you can take them.” “No I don't want to do that, don't you know what happened the last time I tried to fight them, I woke up in a ditch.” I spoke.“That's just like you Jake, running away, what would Scootaloo say? She'd probably be like 'OMC what a loser, I can't believe I ever had feelings for a wimp like you.' Fight them, beat them till they run home crying.”
When I woke up I saw Scootaloo looking down at me, smiling sadly. “Hey, you ok boyfriend?” She said. “You took a long time so I walked down here wondering what was taking you so long and that's when I saw Featherweight and his goons laughing and giving each other high-fives so I knew something bad must've happened to you. I ran in here and saw you on the floor so I thought maybe they beat you up again.”
Author's Note
My first SFW story and my first story with chapters! please be kind if that's ok.
If i offended anyone with schizophrenia i apologize. I know some people that have it and i tried my best to understand what it was like.
Walking, I always hated walking, it gave the voices time to fester in my head. Yet I continued to walk, hand-in-hand with my now girlfriend Scootaloo. This time though, the voices stayed at bay as though they understood this was a moment, a good moment, that was not meant to be disturbed. I glanced to my left, 'just to be sure' I thought. Yep, she was still there, it hadn't been a dream. She was still chatting about her dream to fly a plane. I stared at her, loving how her purple hair, which always looked so well done, flowed in the wind, ruining the hard work she had spent on it. "Don't you think that'd be cool?" She asked, interrupting your thoughts. "Well, don't you?" She persisted.what would be cool?" I asked."Yeah, no kidding, you're a fucking disaster."
"You're being followed" I glanced over my shoulder. No one there. "You're being followed and they're going to hurt you." I quickly turned "Who's there?!" I yelled. No answer. "You're being watched, they're watching us! Run, RUN!"
The next day, my alarm went off. I got up and headed to the kitchen and went to the counter, opened my pill jar, took out my meds and swallowed them with a glass of water. My mom was still dead asleep on the coach, so i decided to make some toast since it was quiet. Once I finished eating, i grabbed my stuff and headed out the door. "You forgot something." "Shut up!" I yelled. I kept walking to school, when i heard people talking. I looked to my left and down the street I saw Featherweight, laughing along with Snips and Snails. "Ooh it's them again. You should probably leave. No he should fight them. No he should-" "Shut up," I yelled. "They don't even see me.""Get up and fight these pricks." "No, I don't want to." I said.
I ran down the sidewalk, mind racing. Thoughts poured into my brain, making it hard to focus. "Son of a bitch, if I'm late again I swear to Celestia! Ms. Cherilee is gonna be so pissed at me, as if she doesn't have enough reasons already." I looked up into the sky and saw the sun rising, painting the sky with glorious hues of yellow and red. Seeing this would normally fill me with joy, but I was too stressed to feel anything other than panic. I ran past houses, cutting through yards, stepping in puddles, skin freezing in the autumn weather. "Damn, they didn't have to take my backpack this time." I thought, refering to how Featherweight and his goons brutally beat me and then made off with my stuff. I might have lost my notes, but i have a spare binder and notebook in my locker. "At least this time they didn't give me the 'specialty'. Those jerks actually gave their form of punishment a name, how cliche." I looked ahead and saw the school. My school goes from grades 6th to 12th. I'm in 9th, same as Scootaloo. Featherweight is in 10th, along with Snips and Snails. Ms. Cherilee teaches history, math, and english. Me and Scoots are both in her class together. My science teacher is Orange Glow, and Rainbow Dash (we all call her Dash) is the coach. Gym is Scoots favorite class. I swear, sometimes I think she's in love with the coach. History is my favorite subject, we're learning about how the Celestia family came into power. Celestia the Fifth is our queen now, along with her sister Luna the Fifth. Celestia the First Conquered King Sombra 450 years ago and became the ruler of Equestria as it is today. Many kingdoms popped up across the land later on as people became independent, but the Celestia family is still the ruler of all Equestria.
I ran to the front door of the school and rushed inside. "Thank Celestia for air conditioning." I thought, embracing the heat like a convict embraces parole. I walked past the office and made my way upstairs. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I washed my face, cleaning the dirt and blood, then glanced through the mirror at my shirt. It's stained with mud and blood and puke. "Oh well," I think. "Not much I can do there." I exited the bathroom and headed down the hall towards my locker. I unlocked it and took my binder out from it, turned around and closed it behind me. I walk to my classroom and reach for the door and hesitate for a second, then shrug and open the door.always look like a mess. Now take your seat and quit wasting our time!" She exclaimed. I headed over to my desk. I could hear everyone whispering about me.'What happened!?! You look like shit!' I looked up and saw her staring at me intently. I shook my head and mouthed 'later'. She rolled her eyes and smiled. I turned my head and listened to Ms. Cherilee, taking notes as she spoke.
"And that's where Chrysalis comes into play. She has been trying to get our absolute hereditary monarchy to become an elective monarchy. She plans on becoming elected as queen and helping workers, middle, and upper class citizens. While Celestia and Luna mainly support upper class citizens, unlike the communist government in the Crystal Kingdom governed by Princess Cadence and Prince Armor, Chrysalis plans on cutting off all taxes to the lower class, effectively eradicating it so that everyone is upper class. She also plans on re-establishing trade with the Crystal Kingdom, ending the 5 year embargo. Chrysalis fully agrees with Princess Cadences decision to equally distribute money in her kingdom, ridding of classes. What is your opinion class?" I raised my hand. "Jake, we already know your opinion on this subject." She stated.help. " She rolled her eyes. "Ok class, next subject." She turned and erased the board. "Hey, you should get up and curse her out! Call her a slut. Yeah, screw this shit Jake, just leave." "You're such a pussy. Look at her, I bet she fucks her students." I laughed out loud. Ms. Cherilee was probably the hottest teacher I know, but thinking of her fucking her students was the funniest thing you'd ever thought of.condition, but can't you keep it under control, or did you forget your meds?" That crossed the line. I got up, tears in my eyes, fists clenched, and left the room. "Son of a bitch, why'd she have to say that?" I thought angrily. I heard the door open, then close behind me."Don't listen to her, she's with them. She's a traitor, a liar, don't listen!" The voices were screaming in my head. "Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out get out!" I shouted repetitively. I began pacing back and forth, the voices overwhelming my thoughts. I twitched uncontrollably, and yet Scootaloo stayed. When I yelled at nothing, she stayed. When I called her a bitch, she stayed. When i began sobbing uncontrollably, she stayed. And when I began to calm down, she walked towards me, hugged me, kissed my cheek, and held me. The voices began to fade, and soon it was just me and Scootaloo. "God I love you." I said, and then immediately regretted it. "Shit sorry, way to soon, WAY to soon! Sorry!"
"Oh, duh, I just remembered me and the other cutie-mark-crusaders are gonna be thinking of ways to get our cutie marks today, so we couldn't hang out anyway." She said, looking relieved.
I woke up 2 hours later and looked around my room. I saw a man standing in the corner, all dressed in white. He had red sunglasses on, a purple tie, and green shoes. He looked in my direction and took a step towards me. "I'm just seeing things. He's not real." I thought. I blinked, and he was gone. "Jake, Jake, Jake." The voices whispered. This could only get worse. I stepped out of my room and saw my mom sitting on the coach, smoking a cig. There was a bottle of ciroc on the table in front of her. She took a huge inhale and coughed. She then took a huge gulp of the vodka, drinking the whole bottle. "Honey, get me some more vodka. Pl-please. I need another dr-drink." She stuttered. I went over to the fridge and pulled out some apple cider and vodka. I grabbed a up from the cabinet and mixed the two drinks. "Hey, pour the glass on top of her. Grab her wallet and spend all her cash." I just ignored the voice and handed my mom the glass. "You know, I've been thinking. I realized why your father left us." She said, taking a drink from the glass. She got up and wobbled, grabbing the couch for support, and looked at me with anger in her eyes. "He left because of you. He never wanted a kid and you just had to show up, didn't you? It's all your fault you ass." Mom only cusses when she talks about dad. "I hate you. You're a family wrecker. You destroyed my love life you shit!" She threw the glass at me then grabbed me and pushed the cigarette on my arm. It burned like nothing I've ever felt. I screamed and pushed her off of me. I ran out the door, and I could hear her shouting behind me, yelling insults and obscenities. I started crying and tripped, tears clouding my vision. I took the damp part of my shirt, damp from the vodka in the glass she threw at me, and patted my burn with it. It was red and inflamed and the alcohol made it sting, but it cooled off a bit. I sat in the dirt crying, holding my shirt on my burn, and when I looked up, I saw the man in white. He frowned and held a hammer in his hand. He took of his shades and I saw that he had no eyes, just two black holes. He opened his mouth and spoke. "Go back, kill her. Take this, or better yet, kill yourself. Freak" I looked to my left and saw a black figure. It looked like a shadow and it moved swiftly. It spoke to me, sounding as if it was in my head. "You're a failure, a loser. Everyone hates you. Kill yourself." I looked to my right and saw another figure. It spoke as well. "Everyone's against you, they are all traitors. Don't listen don't listen! Run, hide!" I got up and turned around, ready to run, but when I did, three more figures were standing in front of me. The one in the middle looked just like my father from the pictures my mom has of him. HE screamed and said: "You're a bastard, I hate you!" I yelled, fear and hysteria taking control of me. Darkness began to surround me and my heart felt like it was going 100 miles a minute. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I went through the contacts and found Scoots name and i sent her a text, 'HELP ME!!!' My eyes rolled in my head and darkness enveloped me like a blanket and I fell, unconscious.
Author's Note
Yes, Orange Glow is a reference to my other story "Even Gods Must Work" get over it. If you can't view it, it's because it's mature (like most of my stories.)
Noise, that's all I heard when I woke up. The noise was deafening and it surrounded my entire being. I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like they were glued shut. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice sounding like I was speaking into a jar. The noise continued, but suddenly, a bright light shined in my face. The noise lessened and I began to hear voices, as though people were speaking from far away. "Put some on his legs and get an I.V. in him." I couldn't tell who or what it was that was speaking, but the voice seemed urgent. I felt a sharp prick in my left arm and felt someone pressing objects on my chest and legs. I tried again to open my eyes, and they did, gradually, and as they opened, bright light splashed across them like an ocean wave. I reached towards my face with my arm to shield my eyes and it stopped, being held by something. I tugged a little harder and I felt a hand on my arm."Pull the I.V. out of your arm Jake." I heard the voice to my left, so I looked and that's when I saw the man in white, his red sunglasses gleaming in the light. In his hand was a pair of scissors. His mouth moved and the words seemed to come from inside my head. "Cut it, cut the cord Jake." I reached forward, and then the ambulance jolted to a halt. The man in white turned into a puff of smoke and moved in my direction. I gasped and inhaled it. I began to cough and my eyes watered. They pulled the gurney out of the ambulance and rushed me inside. I heard Scootaloo behind me telling me she'd meet me in the room. I saw tons of patients in their rooms and tons of nurses wandering the halls. I heard various things like people crying or yelling.
Everything else was pretty basic. The doctor re-informed me that I was a Paranoid Schizophrenic with visual and auditory hallucinations. He also informed me that the sudden absence of my meds is what triggered my panic attack and seizure. I did not mention the episode with my mother and when they asked me for my information I filed everything under my mother's name. I, however, did not provide them with her number. The doctor left me with a prescription on the counter for me to get some new meds. When the doctor and nurses finally left me alone, I told her everything that happened with me and my mother. I cried and she held me. I leaned in and kissed her, with no distractions to interrupt us. I felt something against my push against my lips and realized it was Scoot's tongue. I opened my mouth, allowing her to explore. I took my hand and pushed her hair behind her ears. I took my other hand and felt down her back. She moaned and we both pushed away from each other. I guess I'm a better kisser than I thought."She's a traitor. She's with them." I push her away. "You're with them aren't you?!" I yell, demanding an answer. "Jake it's the voices, you need to ignore them." Scoots tries to speak but I don't listen. "Run Jake, run away." And I do.
I turn out the door and run down the ramp. I hear Scootaloo's shouts behind me but I don't listen. I know she's evil, she's always been. The voices speak truth. I run until I come unto a restaurant and then I hear a familiar voice."HEY FEATHERWEIGHT, CUT THE SHIT. I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR BITCH ASS!" I reach down and grab a rock. I chuck it and it hits snips in the shoulder."BRING IT ON DUMBASS!" Snails sees Snips running and does the same. Snips throws himself at me and I dodge but then Snails jumps too and begins brutally punching me. Featherweight takes out his phone and begins taking pictures. My mouth begins bleeding and I spit blood. They get up and walk away and I get up and run towards Featherweight and tackle him. The voices begin speaking in my head, yelling, telling me to do horrible things. I kick and punch and spit on him and then I run away, not looking back. I run to a pharmacy and hand the pharmacist the paper and he goes behind the counter looking for some meds. I shake my head, and when the pharmacist comes back with my medicine, I leave the store and walk home, awaiting the next day.