Libra

I stayed close behind my dad, weaving between people at the mall. My hands shook, and I could feel my heart began to beat faster. This always happened to me when I was in a large social setting. 

Why'd you even come? You stupid fool, you know you have social anxiety. You dimwit. Moron. Such an idiot. Next time just stay home with Chess.

Cheshire, or Chess, is my pet cat. He loves me more than anyone else in the family, and usually stays in my room. He's brown and cream colored, with really fluffy fur.

I clenched my fists and took a deep breath, steadying myself. Come on. You can do it, you moron. Just walk forwards. That's right. Take another step.

Finally, we walked outside, the breeze gently caressing my face. I hate large crowds of people, and people in general, because once, I got rejected and humiliated in by a girl I liked in front of the whole school. Everyone was laughing and pointing at me. Since then, I've never liked anyone else. Also, I would sometimes have random panic attacks. Those sucked, especially when it happened in school. I guess I was just... naturally nervous of everything. 

 Oh yeah. You wanted to prove you could overcome your fear. Well, guess what, dimwit. You can't.

I walked through the parking lot, flinching when a dog walked past me. I had a fear of dogs, because once, as a kid, I was playing and I somehow got into an abandoned lot, where there was a dog. I think I tried to pet it, but it bit my hand. I managed to run away in the end, but it chased me all the way home. I've hated dogs ever since. 

I slowly got into the car, hesitating before closing the door shut. An instant later, I had the window wide open and my hand stuck out. 

I'm also very claustrophobic because once, a group of bullies ganged up on me and shoved me into a locker. It was about an hour later until the janitor managed to get me out. From then on, I hated cramped spaces and I always felt the need to put some part of me out, when in a confined space. I perked up as I heard my father call my name. 

"Libra, you've been acting strange for quite a while. I saw a doctor, and they recommended you to Astrolia Hospital. Sorry, son."

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Scorpio

My stomach growled at me as the delicious scent of Chinese takeout drifted past my nose. The small restaurant was full of loud clamor and laughing, but the food there was really good. I should know, I had eaten from their garbage dump two days ago. 

Why am I eating from the garbage dump? Well, guess what, not everyone has a nice bed and warm food to return to every night. 

Of course, this was my choice. To live a life like this, on the run from police, never really knowing we're you're going next. But then again, this does have it's benefits. At the orphanage, there were bullies, and never enough food or sleeping bags to go around. Here though, I was free to do whatever. 

I was so caught up by the delicious smell, that I didn't even hear the sirens. But when I did hear them, it was too late. I tried to run, but they easily caught up.

They handcuffed me, then interrogated me like I had committed a class one felony.  

"Why'd you run away from home?" One officer asked. 

"What home? All I had back there was a lumpy mat, cold food, and some old people who didn't care." I answered. 

The officers didn't quite enjoy my humor. "Sorry young man, but we have to take you to Astrolia Hospital." Another officer said.  

They pushed me into the car, and with my hands bound uncomfortably behind my back we drove off.  

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Sagittarius

"What'd you do this time, Sagittarius?" My dad asked, a stern frown on his face. 

Pfft. Like he ever cared. He was a high-class lawyer, and barely came home. Sure, he had money, but it wasn't like he ever really used it on anything special. 

Truth is, I just really wanted his attention. Paired my ADHD, many solutions could pop up in my head. Really, I just wanted to burn a little mural of his face onto the school roof. Sadly, I almost ended up burning the school down. 

"You can't just keep doing this, Sagittarius. This is the tenth school you've been kicked out of this year."  

I gritted my teeth. Why couldn't he see I was doing this for him? All these stunts, these attention grabbing tricks, why couldn't he see it was for him? 

"FINE!" I yelled. "Where'd you want me to go then?" 

"Actually, I do have a place for you." My father said. "The school has recommended me Astrolia Hospital. It seems your ADHD is getting worse, this place might help you get better."

"What!? You can't just send me off!"

 "Yes, I can Sagittarius. I've already registered you in. Now let's go."

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Capricorn

I ground my teeth as I stepped into my room. I had spent 15 minutes eating dinner, which was way too long. 

I needed to do something useful. Most people who knew me called me a workaholic, but I just waved them off. Incompetent fools, wasting their time on mindless playing. What did they know?

I strode over to my desk, sitting down and opening my computer, scrolling through the files until I found the one I want. 

I clicked it open, and lines and lines of code stared back at me. This was the project I had been working on for a few weeks. My uncle worked for a company that produced many games, and he liked to enlist the help of his only niece, me. I liked it too, it gave me something to do, and I didn't want the credit either. I just wanted something to work on. 

After half an hour typing away at the keys, I heard my dad call for me. 

"Capricorn! We have to go!" 

Hm? Where could we be going at this hour?

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Aquarius

I stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide open. It was currently 2:00 AM, and I was not getting a bit of sleep. 

Truth is, I was too scared to sleep. Too scared of the dreams. Too scared of the haunting nightmares that came when my eyes fluttered shut.

 They were so realistic, the nightmares. Sometimes there would be huge, dark shadow monster chasing me through the woods. Childish, I know, but it was actually very scary when you saw it. 

Other times, I would be falling. Falling down an endless tunnel, horrific deeds being done around me. There was so much blood in those dreams. People getting slaughtered around me as I fell, knowing that I could do nothing as I watched them suffer. 

But perhaps the most confusing dream was this one of a boy. We would be standing, facing each other, about 10 feet away from each other. The boy would be standing in the shadows, the darkness covering most of his features. However, I could see his hair was a bright, messy auburn. Then the boy would look up, but before I could make out any of his features, he had simply faded into thin air, leaving me alone in the darkness.  

The darkness was the worst. It wasn't your normal kind of oh-my-eyes-can-adjust-to-this kind of darkness, it was one that felt like you were alone, with the lights off, inside your basement kind of darkness. And there wasn't anyone either. I would scream, cry, do anything that would attract the attention of anyone, but no avail. I was simply alone in that dark, desolate place. 

The next morning, I woke up, with dark bags under my eyes. 4 hours of sleep was all I had gotten. My mom looked at me across the breakfast table and pursed her lips.

"Finish your breakfast, Aquarius. We're going somewhere special." 

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Pisces 

I knew it was a going to be a bad morning when I saw the demon perching on the end of my bed. I screamed, jumping backwards and hitting my head against the wall. I shook my head hard to relieve myself of the pain, and then looked up again. The demon was gone. 

Was this normal behavior from me? Why, yes. Guess what, I was a schizophrenic with positive symptoms. And in no way did that mean the symptoms were good. That meant I had behaviors added on to my normal behavior, such as delusions, hallucinations or voices in my head. 

That particular demon I had seen this morning came around pretty often, he was one of the ones I regularly saw and had come to terms that he wouldn't be leaving soon. At least, I think he's a he. 

Right now, after I got diagnosed, I feel pretty good. Sure, the voices in my head still yell at me, but with meds they get quieter. And I don't feel that someones trying to kill me every moment. 

Before i had my medication, I was a mess. For almost two months, I thought my mom was trying to kill me. I avoided her every moment possible, scared that one day she would finally do it. 

Of course, my mom's a sweet, practical woman who loved nothing more in the world than her only child and son, Pisces Fisher. 

But sadly, my schizophrenia would not let me see that. 

"Pisces!" My mom called from downstairs. 

Hm? What was she yelling about?

"Come downstairs dear, we have some important business to tend to." 

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There are the last of our characters! The story will begin in the next chapter!