Pisces

The day had started out fine. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and then went with Ophiuchus to take my meds. 

Trouble came right before lights out. I was sitting on my bed, shoving a few clothes that had fallen out back into my trunk, when a sudden movement in the corner of my vision caught my attention. 

It was a demon, its mouth bared wide in a cruel sneer. 

"Pisces."

I shook my head and back away. He was fake. Just my imagination. He couldn't hurt me. 

"Kill yourself."

"N-no! The hell?"

The demon stepped closer, the sneer stretched even wider. "Look around you. Everyone here- they're fine. Except for you. You're insane, Pisces."

"No! The-the others... they just have different problems!"

"Like what? Do you hear them screaming at night?"

"...No."

I heard of soft, "Pisces? Who are you talking to?" from across the room, but I ignored it.

"You're the bad apple, Pisces. Infecting everyone else. Be a good boy, and just kill yourself. It'll be a gift to the world." The demon suddenly blurred, and a copy of it shifted out the first. They started to multiply, advancing towards me.

"Go away!" I shouted at the monsters closing in around me. I knew they weren't real. But something in the back of my head kept nagging me, whispering dark thoughts to me, they're alive. And they're here to get you.

You should die, Pisces. You're deranged. A lunatic. 

A hand reached down to touch my shoulder, but I just screamed and back further away. "No! No... get away from me!"

I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I curled into a ball. "Please... please go away." My voice was reduced a whimper, and I could feel myself slowly losing consciousness.

I don't remember much of what happened after that. But I could remember someone shouting for Ophiuchus, and strong arms dragging me out of my room.

Then I saw Ophiuchus looking down worriedly at me, and a huge, inky-black, demon-like monster standing behind him. 

"Stop," I panted, my voice growing softer and softer. My schizophrenia- it had never been this bad before. What was happening?

"Please, please, just make it stop."

And the world spiraled into darkness.

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Gemini

You know that prickling feeling in the back of your head that you just feel sometimes? Like, something's off, but you just don't know what?

All throughout class, that feeling crept around in my head, haunting me. There was something wrong with today. Whether intuition about the future or something in the past I forgot, it wasn't good. 

Perhaps it was because I hadn't heard from Corvus or Gena anytime today. 

Even when I stumbled and fell during soccer, there was no teasing from Corvus, or fussing from Gena. 

Odd, I thought. Odd, but comforting. Maybe this condition is starting to go away once and for all.

I comforted myself with that thought, all the way until it was time for dinner. I was digging into my food when just a single sentence from Corvus startled me.

Brace yourself, She's coming, he said, then went silent. 

"Corvus?" I mumbled. "What the hell, man? Corvus?"

The girl sitting next to me, Capricorn, I think, shot me a glance. 

I knew what Corvus was talking about. I just didn't want to accept it. But if this encounter was to be anything like last time, I had better get myself into somewhere isolated.

I quickly shoveled the last of my food from my plate to my mouth and stood up. 

"Hey, Ophiuchus... uh, can I leave now, since I need to use the restroom?" I asked shakily. Already I could feel the prickling sensation in the back of my head increase.

"Sure."

I rushed down the hallway, trying to ignore the familiar prickle in my head. I had just reached my room when suddenly, I heard something.

Go to the cupboard, a familiar voice inside my head spoke. It wasn't Corvus or Gena, but someone much, much worse...

"I... I can't." I finally managed to say, stumbling my way over to my bed.

What do you mean you can't? , The voice asked, louder this time.

"I'm... not at home anymore." I mumbled to no one but myself.

Then where the hell are you?,  The voice snarled. I flinched, and shook my head. I could feel the prickling sensation from earlier build up, morphing into a headache. 

"A... a mental hospital."

What!?

"I'm in a mental hospital." I said through clenched teeth. 

You're a failure. Useless. You had one job, The voice growled, after a moment of silence. You just had to get through high school...

"I'm sorry." I pleaded, but it was more of a beg to stop rather than a real apology. "Please, just a few more months... then I'll be an adult... and, and... I'll be out..."

Screw-up, The voice had turned icy, devoid of any emotion.What did I tell you about just acting normal?

"My dad's a doctor!" I cried out. "He would've noticed, even earlier if I hadn't hid it so well! It's all because of... that you made me do!"

I never made you do anything. The voice spoke. That was all you... murderer.

I clenched my eyes shut, feeling my breath come out in shallow gasps. "Shut... shut up. You told me to, it... it was you!"

The voice in my head let out a cold chuckle. Oh, Gemini. You know as well as I do that the hands that committed the crime... they were all yours.

The pain in my head had become unbearable. 

"Please." I could only let out a whimper as I curled into a ball on my bed. "Please... Carina, I can't deal with this right now... please go away."

Don't do it again, The voice warned, cold with a harsh undertone that made me shudder.

However, my headache began to ease and my eyelids drooped with exhaustion. That argument seemed to drain whatever energy I had left, rendering me laying, completely useless on the bed.

Yes, Carina was the name of the voice in my head. That voice was a she, a person that haunted my waking hours. Carina was the only one that could take full control of me. Gena and Corvus, they stayed in my mind, Corvus could step in for a short while, but Carina... she was dangerous.

I stared down at my hands, clenching and unclenching my fists. Those hands... they belonged to the person who murdered my twin sister.

I'm not a murderer, I thought, trying to console myself. That was Carina. Just Carina. Nothing... nothing to do with me.

However, a haunting thought lingered in my mind, sounding like Carina, even though I knew her presence had left my head already, at least for the time being. 

Those hands are attached to you, Gemini Twinzano, and you know it.

An accident. It was just an accident. That's what I had told my parents. Gena fell off the bridge on accident. The walkway was too slippery, the railing too low. I had tried to grab onto her. The hands reaching out, they were for grabbing, not pushing. It was all an accident. Only an accident.

I don't remember much of it myself. When Carina takes control, it's like I'm watching my own actions through a foggy pane of glass. 

But what I did remember was the repercussions.

The funeral, everyone dressed in black standing around the coffin. The lid was propped open, it was almost as if I was staring at a reflection of myself. Gena and I were identical twins, the same dark blond hair, light brown eyes... only that her skin was deathly pale. Her eyes, pointed up at the sky, were blank and unseeing. I just stared down at the ground the whole time, my parents sobbing next to me.

Suddenly, the door to my room clicked open, and my roommate walked in. Scorpio just threw me a glance as he walked over to his bed. I gave him a weak nod in return. We had a mutual understanding between us. I wouldn't meddle in his affairs, and he wouldn't meddle in mine. That fact became clear the first day we got here, when he simply threw me a nod in hello and I just nodded back and turned to my own devices.

I was used to the kind of people that didn't want others to pry. After all, I was one of them. 

Soon, I drifted off to sleep, with only one thought in my mind.

I hate the voices in my head. I hate every moment that Carina talks to me.

So please, just make it stop.

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The first of some depresso chapters...

Anyway, I finally found the motivation to write this chapter through a bunch of readers yelling at me to start writing, so yeah. Thank them in the comments on last chapter(or this one), but don't thank me.