Disease or Disorder
Alex Avery
I have many nicknames nonetheless some people think this is wrong; however that is just the tip of the iceberg. They try to lock me up; force feed me tiny little colorful pills. Those people are stupid, I just pretend to take them, I won’t let them win, and I won’t let them try to take control of me. They restrain me to a chair on a daily basis and observe my behavior, but I won’t let them learn anything I will keep my sanity in this hell hole. I hear the stupid doctor heading down the hall towards my room; I remember her sound, her scent. She enters my room nonchalantly and sits herself down across from me on the bed. She manages to ruin the smoothness of the sheets, seeing as they were now covered with creases. She looks me over before nodding to herself and taking note of the situation. Then the questioning begins.
“Lucia who would you like to talk about today?”
“…Go the hell away you crazy bitch!”
“Lucia please be cooperative this is to help you.”
“Fine! You want me to talk, I’ll talk.”
“Good, now please answer the proposed question.”
“If I have to complain it’s probably about Rowan, he is very unreliable and this makes me angry.”
“Why does this make you angry?”
“Why the hell does it make me angry you ask? Well how would you like it if your older sister’s twin just died and he didn’t even bother coming how to comfort you?”
“Lucia try to focus answering the questions, we are here for you.”
“Dr. Sydne I think you don’t get it, you need to try and see it from my perspective.”
“I’m trying Lucia don’t worry just continue to answer the questions.”
I suddenly hear knocks on the door, the male nurse begins to whisper and I only make out fragments “Doctor I’m afraid Annika…please come with me…moment?” She nods and turns back to me, I simply nod understanding her existence. She leaves but she leaves the door open. I can hear Annika screaming, crying out down the hall. Hilarious, pretty soon I can’t contain my laughter and began to vocally laugh.
That stupid bitch thinks she has something on me well I will play nice for the time being, but only till they realize they are wrong. They will never break me, will never get the information they want out of me. I sense someone coming back however I can’t tell who it is this time. I turn my attention to the open door waiting to see who is there.
The steps slowdown in pace until they stop moving, “Annika, it’s your sister I’m here to see you”.
“That’s not my name! My name is Lucia!” My sister walks in with a disgusted look on her face. She sits herself down across from me on the untouched bed, “Oh what have they done to you?”
“Nothing… I don’t want you here… I don’t want you to see me like this. Go away I don’t want you to remember me like this, I’ve always let you down just do this for me”
Her face suddenly changes she gets up and walks to the corner of my room. She begins to weep before turning back to me, and then she poses a question.
“I’m talking to Sydne aren’t I?”
I shake my head with my eyes downcast; I won’t look her in the eyes not after what happened.
“Rowan…” she whispers
I begin to weep. “Sydne died, and I couldn’t do anything, I didn’t come see you when she died. Losing your twin must have been very hard on you and yet I didn’t do anything.”
She looks at me, wipes the remaining tears from her face and leaves without saying a word.
Will Frank
Heliophobia
There was once a man who was afraid of the sun. Anytime he saw it he would cower and run. Most people gave him weird looks. Others thought he was funny. But to poor old Edwards, his environment was too sunny. Again the sun shined brightly, and Edward had enough. He was very pale, his skin was not tough. He had come to the conclusion that his living conditions were too rough. His wife and his kids all thought he was crazy. So they packed up and left, and Edward’s lfie became hazy. Edward was so mad, he wanted to fight the sun. Then he decided he was too lazy. Edward wanted to run. He wanted to fight the sun. Edward was too scared, but he had to fight someone. So when it became night, the time was right. Anyone who looked like the sun, Edward was going to fight. He strolled up to a dapper young fellow. This young man was dressed in yellow. Edward saw him and let out a loud bellow. Instead of fight, Edward took flight. He could not seem to shake his plight.
Karlee Wiesehan
windigo psychosis
The scent is overwhelming, filling my nostrils with an unbelievably sweet aroma that sends my heart and stomach on overdrive. I crave the sweet warmth, need it to fill my mouth and slide down my throat leaving a fresh coating of new scarlet red. This man has no idea what he is doing to me. He believes what I'm feeling is good, that my hunger is the kind that will allow him to take advantage of the piece of me I hold most private. That tonight I will show him that I love him. If only it were that simple.
There is nothing pure or natural with what I want from him tonight. I have lost all my sense of control that I had once had. Tonight, my love will become another one of my long list of victims. I will establish romance and make everything seem like a movie, love overflowing and passion undying. But tonight I will be the only thing undying...
Many hours pass with everything I once held treasure falling fast. I thought I loved him, I kept my true self hidden because I believed that I loved him! But tonight I have learned that I hold not a single speck of love from this man sitting beside me. I have all the hunger in the world for the contents that fill his veins, though, and that has messed with my mind.
Tonight I am done being foolish, I will sit upon his lap and lead him into believing that my fruit is his to break, but then, once his heart rate starts to raise, I will slit open the beautiful vein and drain as much as I can stomach, slurping every last drip I can muster to get.
Once I quench my thirst, I will begin skinning his gorgeous face. I will start by chiseling away at his hairline pulling his thick tendrils away from the pretty boy face he possesses. From there I will move working every bit of his flesh away from the bone until there is nothing left. I must store the meat and savor every bit of his
I have many nicknames nonetheless some people think this is wrong; however that is just the tip of the iceberg. They try to lock me up; force feed me tiny little colorful pills. Those people are stupid, I just pretend to take them, I won’t let them win, and I won’t let them try to take control of me. They restrain me to a chair on a daily basis and observe my behavior, but I won’t let them learn anything I will keep my sanity in this hell hole. I hear the stupid doctor heading down the hall towards my room; I remember her sound, her scent. She enters my room nonchalantly and sits herself down across from me on the bed. She manages to ruin the smoothness of the sheets, seeing as they were now covered with creases. She looks me over before nodding to herself and taking note of the situation. Then the questioning begins.
“Lucia who would you like to talk about today?”
“…Go the hell away you crazy bitch!”
“Lucia please be cooperative this is to help you.”
“Fine! You want me to talk, I’ll talk.”
“Good, now please answer the proposed question.”
“If I have to complain it’s probably about Rowan, he is very unreliable and this makes me angry.”
“Why does this make you angry?”
“Why the hell does it make me angry you ask? Well how would you like it if your older sister’s twin just died and he didn’t even bother coming how to comfort you?”
“Lucia try to focus answering the questions, we are here for you.”
“Dr. Sydne I think you don’t get it, you need to try and see it from my perspective.”
“I’m trying Lucia don’t worry just continue to answer the questions.”
I suddenly hear knocks on the door, the male nurse begins to whisper and I only make out fragments “Doctor I’m afraid Annika…please come with me…moment?” She nods and turns back to me, I simply nod understanding her existence. She leaves but she leaves the door open. I can hear Annika screaming, crying out down the hall. Hilarious, pretty soon I can’t contain my laughter and began to vocally laugh.
That stupid bitch thinks she has something on me well I will play nice for the time being, but only till they realize they are wrong. They will never break me, will never get the information they want out of me. I sense someone coming back however I can’t tell who it is this time. I turn my attention to the open door waiting to see who is there.
The steps slowdown in pace until they stop moving, “Annika, it’s your sister I’m here to see you”.
“That’s not my name! My name is Lucia!” My sister walks in with a disgusted look on her face. She sits herself down across from me on the untouched bed, “Oh what have they done to you?”
“Nothing… I don’t want you here… I don’t want you to see me like this. Go away I don’t want you to remember me like this, I’ve always let you down just do this for me”
Her face suddenly changes she gets up and walks to the corner of my room. She begins to weep before turning back to me, and then she poses a question.
“I’m talking to Sydne aren’t I?”
I shake my head with my eyes downcast; I won’t look her in the eyes not after what happened.
“Rowan…” she whispers
I begin to weep. “Sydne died, and I couldn’t do anything, I didn’t come see you when she died. Losing your twin must have been very hard on you and yet I didn’t do anything.”
She looks at me, wipes the remaining tears from her face and leaves without saying a word.
Will Frank
Heliophobia
There was once a man who was afraid of the sun. Anytime he saw it he would cower and run. Most people gave him weird looks. Others thought he was funny. But to poor old Edwards, his environment was too sunny. Again the sun shined brightly, and Edward had enough. He was very pale, his skin was not tough. He had come to the conclusion that his living conditions were too rough. His wife and his kids all thought he was crazy. So they packed up and left, and Edward’s lfie became hazy. Edward was so mad, he wanted to fight the sun. Then he decided he was too lazy. Edward wanted to run. He wanted to fight the sun. Edward was too scared, but he had to fight someone. So when it became night, the time was right. Anyone who looked like the sun, Edward was going to fight. He strolled up to a dapper young fellow. This young man was dressed in yellow. Edward saw him and let out a loud bellow. Instead of fight, Edward took flight. He could not seem to shake his plight.
Karlee Wiesehan
windigo psychosis
The scent is overwhelming, filling my nostrils with an unbelievably sweet aroma that sends my heart and stomach on overdrive. I crave the sweet warmth, need it to fill my mouth and slide down my throat leaving a fresh coating of new scarlet red. This man has no idea what he is doing to me. He believes what I'm feeling is good, that my hunger is the kind that will allow him to take advantage of the piece of me I hold most private. That tonight I will show him that I love him. If only it were that simple.
There is nothing pure or natural with what I want from him tonight. I have lost all my sense of control that I had once had. Tonight, my love will become another one of my long list of victims. I will establish romance and make everything seem like a movie, love overflowing and passion undying. But tonight I will be the only thing undying...
Many hours pass with everything I once held treasure falling fast. I thought I loved him, I kept my true self hidden because I believed that I loved him! But tonight I have learned that I hold not a single speck of love from this man sitting beside me. I have all the hunger in the world for the contents that fill his veins, though, and that has messed with my mind.
Tonight I am done being foolish, I will sit upon his lap and lead him into believing that my fruit is his to break, but then, once his heart rate starts to raise, I will slit open the beautiful vein and drain as much as I can stomach, slurping every last drip I can muster to get.
Once I quench my thirst, I will begin skinning his gorgeous face. I will start by chiseling away at his hairline pulling his thick tendrils away from the pretty boy face he possesses. From there I will move working every bit of his flesh away from the bone until there is nothing left. I must store the meat and savor every bit of his