Schizophrenia?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

My first story blog !

Schizophrenia?

 

It was 3 a.m. I was sleeping. I heard my roommate's panting voice whispering in my ears, "He...That guy...He stabbed..." He pointed towards the door, and he fainted. The door was open. I rushed towards the direction he was pointing to look for the person my roommate was talking about. I ran through the corridor, to search for the guy, but I couldn't find him anywhere. "That bastard...He disappeared", I said to myself. I kept running in the hostel, searching for him, only to get caught by my warden. "Harry, why are you running all around the hostel at 3 a.m.? Are you okay?" "Sir...That bastard...He stabbed my roommate !" "You don't have a roommate, Harry. You live all by yourself. You aren't sharing your room with anybody, Harry. Are you okay? Harry? Harry?" I opened my eyes, and found my roommate standing besides me. "What happened? You were screaming ! Did you have a nightmare?" "I guess.. " I got up, panting, and with a little difficulty to breathe. "Freshen up, let's have breakfast in the mess today", my roommate ordered. "Yes sir. Give me 5 mins", I replied. I freshened up, and came back into the room. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes bro. I'm fine. It was just a nightmare". "Ah okay then", he sighed in relief. "Come, let's go to the mess". "Lock the room", he ordered again. "Stop ordering me", I replied in a harsh tone. He chuckled as I locked the door and kept the keys in my pocket. I gave him a dry look, and started walking towards the elevator. We got into it, and it started moving. I was thinking about my nightmare, and just then, my warden got into the elevator. "Hey Harry ! How are you?" "Good morning sir. I'm fine, thank you", I greeted him. "Where are you going?", he asked. "To the mess, sir, with my roommate", I replied. "Harry, you don't have a roommate. You're the only occupant of your room since the beginning. Are you okay?" The warden kept asking me, and I couldn't answer him. I just stood there, numb...


Submitted: June 19, 2021

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