It's most times so difficult to draw a hard and fast boundary between reality and fiction for me.

"Mother!" Annabelle shouted as she got into the house, banging the front door shut as she walked in.

She stopped walking and waited for a reply. Since she didn't get one, she walked to her room and plopped down on her bed.

Annabelle Scott is a blonde seventeen year old that lived alone with her single mother in California, she was told that her father left before she was born and he was a known alcoholic and drug addict. Ever since Annabelle heard about the news two weeks ago, -the news that her father was diagnosed with schizophrenia and that was why she was schizophrenic, she'd always had this hot, flaming ball of wrath in the pit of her stomach, directed at her mother.

She laid down, staring at the ceiling, her legs propped up on the headboard of the bed as she listened to the voices in her head. Elenora had always warned her not to listen to them but she didn't have a choice, it was hard not to.

"I mean they're literally in my head." She'd told Elenora the day she asked her to stop listening to the voices in her head.

Annabelle didn't want help, she didn't think anyone could help her, not after what she'd done months ago to Maddy Teka.

Maddy Teka used to be a very good friend to her mother who lived next door, not until Annabelle ruined everything. Now Maddy Teka hated the duo, what else was she supposed to do when she woke up one day to see her neighbour's daughter pushing a large butcher knife in and out of her dog's body slowly, with a satisfied smirk on her face?

Maddy Teka had stood frozen in her spot that morning, she couldn't say anything, she was too shocked to.

"Oh, good morning Maddy." Annabelle had said with a smile when she saw her, before letting the knife drop to the ground.

"Oh my goodness." Maddy had said with a shaky breath before taking slow, shaky steps towards her dog, her only companion. After looking down at the dog and up at Annabelle, she fainted.

Her mom, Freya Scott had paid Maddy but the duo never became friends again and when Freya had asked her daughter why she killed the neighbour's dog, without any form of remorse or regret, she had answered, "are you serious? The only thing I'm not happy about is that I didn't do this earlier."

"You hurt Maddy terribly Ann and you committed a crime,what is wrong with you?" Her mom had asked.

"Maddy should be glad she met me doing what I was doing, I should've chopped it's body parts into pieces and delivered it in a parcel to her." She had replied and chuckled afterwards before walking away.

Few days after the incident, Annabelle had taken a walk to Maddy's house and when Maddy answered the door, she asked to see the dog and take a walk with it.

Maddy had frowned and looked at Annabelle confusingly, reminding her that the dog was dead.

Annabelle had laughed. "Oh, I know he's dead, I just wanted to see your facial expression when I asked. I wasn't expecting this reaction though."

Her mother had taken her to a psych ward few days after the incident and she was supposed to spend three months there but she only seemed to be getting worse.

It seemed like the treatments weren't working for her, she always complained of the chattering sounds in her head, the glittery shapes and colours she always saw, her hallucinations were constant, her depression got worse, she always heard voices speaking clearly,

"Go look outside because I have something to show you."

She never did because she was scared.

Sometimes, it felt like so many children were talking at once in her head. The cuts she gave herself on her arms and other parts of her body were increasing and she became more violent and aggressive, her roommate had to be taken away.

The psych ward experiences would always continue to be her worst experiences in life, it was a very sensitive topic for her, that was why no one ever mentioned it.

The word she hated the most was "code white."

Whenever the word "code white, 6C2" was announced over the speakers in the psych ward, immediate attention was needed and it was always the worst moment in the life of seventeen year old Annabelle Scott.

Elenora was one of the nurses that worked at the Forest Haven Asylum when Annabelle was diagnosed with schizophrenia. Annabelle didn't finish her time there, she was supposed to be there for three months but it wasn't up to two months before the single mother that couldn't bear to watch her daughter continue that way brought her out and now she had to have therapy sessions everyday with Elenora. Even though Elenora was a nurse there, she was also a professional psychotherapist.

"Hey Ann, do you think killing someone is a funny experience?" A soft voice whispered.

She sprang up, sat straight up on the bed and looked around. She felt like she was being watched, the pentagram she'd drawn on her hand twitched, it always did but that didn't stop her from drawing more. She felt fingers trail down her arms, she felt like she was being surrounded and watched. All of a sudden, her room felt so crowded and prodded with sounds, smells and touches.

"Annabelle!" A voice shouted suddenly, it was loud and startling and she jerked forward, blinking into reality.

She was in the same room, only this time, there was no sinister presence or voices in her head, there was no crawling feeling on her skin, there was instead a very worried mother standing in front of her.

"What have I said about leaving your curtains closed in the day time?" Freya asked as she drew the curtains open, allowing light into the room.

"I don't need the light." She replied.

"You need the light and the air, I tell you this every single day, aren't you tired of hearing it?" Freya asked.

"Whatever." She muttered under her breath with an eye roll.

"You're back early." Freya said, her eyes trailing over her daughter's figure.

"Yeah, Elenora was being a little too difficult today." She answered and her mother sighed.

" Darling, Elenora is--"

" Where did you go?" Annabelle interrupted, staring at her mother.

She shook her head with a sigh, she knew Annabelle was trying to change the topic again but once her daughter didn't want to talk about something, it was always best to leave it that way because she wasn't going to talk about it and she didn't like being forced. She always did something about it if she was forced.

"Nowhere in particular, I've just been here and there," she answered and it was quiet between them. Freya stood in the center of her daughter's room awkwardly while Annabelle sat cross-legged on her bed, just staring ahead.

Freya, since the neighbour's dog incident, has been extra cautious whenever she was close to her daughter. To hear that her own daughter was capable of killing her without feeling anything was very horrific to her. Annabelle though, didn't make her mother feel better, most of the time, she always had on a bone chilling expression on her face, she spoke in weird ways, she always had disorganized behaviours and thought disorders.

"Annabelle, I need to talk to you--"

"I swear, the monsters made me do it." Annabelle rushed out, interrupting her mom and Freya frowned.

" Wha-- what monsters? What did you do?" Freya asked, staring confusingly at her daughter.

"Nevermind, go on." She replied with a smile and her mom looked at her unsurely for a while before sitting awkwardly at the edge of the bed.

Annabelle chuckled lightly and shook her head. "You can sit well, I won't kill you," she said. "At least not yet," she added silently.

"I've told you never to talk about death or killing anyone in this house." Freya scolded.

" What was it you wanted to talk about?" Annabelle asked.

" Oh yes, I saw a document on your computer--" she trailed off when she saw the look on her daughter's face. Annabelle was staring at her without so much as an emotion on her face, Freya suddenly felt so cold and her words got stuck in her throat.

"Invasion of privacy," she said slowly, her voice void of any emotion at all, "mother." She spat.

"I'm sorry, okay." Freya replied, raising both her hands in surrender motion. " I needed to get some office work done and my computer had some kind of fault so I decided to use yours and I didn't like what I saw in it." She explained.

" And what was it you saw?" Annabelle asked.

" It was a document." Freya answered.

" Well, what document?" She asked impatiently.

" A basic guide on how to kill people, dispose off bodies and get away with it."

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