Reads: 796  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 7

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Elyse has been suffering from schizophrenia for a long time. But when the voices become a little something more, will she be able to confront the hallucinations?



The clock struck one.

Just like always, Elyse was sitting in the chair waiting for her weekly appointment with her counselor right on time. She hated it when he put a hitch in her schedule, but she never said anything, not that she knew why.

The door cracked open and her counselor, an elderly man with old glasses stepped out into the hallway. With a bony finger, he pushed his glasses up higher on his nose and stepped to the side as his scratchy voice filled the hall.

“Ah, Elyse,” he groaned. “It’s good to see you again. Come on in, dear.”

With a small and extremely hesitant smile, she picked up her purse and pulled it over her shoulder as she made her way into his small but comfortable office, only to take the purse off again and set it on the third cushion of the couch as she sat on the first.

She exhaled a breath and looked around his office at all of the familiar items hanging on the walls and sitting on the shelves. She had been in the room so many times that it almost felt as if the items really belonged to her instead of the good counselor.

As he rambled through his desk, looking for her papers, her knee began to bounce lightly in her slight nervousness. The old man took notice and watched her as he moved to sit in his old leather chair, the material squeaking until he was settled nice and snug.

“I sense that something is bothering you, Elyse. Would you like to talk about whatever it is before we begin?”

Her lower lip curled beneath her teeth as she nodded her head. Out of what was becoming a horrible habit, her eyes darted around the room, searching for something she was afraid to admit aloud. 

“Well, what is it, dear?”

She took a breath and let it out shakily. “Someone’s been following me.”

To the counselor, it seemed as if she faded to somewhere else. Her mind went to a completely different place.

“This girl,” she continued. “She’s everywhere. She follows me to school. She’s there while I eat. She watches me in my sleep. She’s not just one of the voices in my head…she’s real.”

“Elyse, that’s common in cases like yours.”

She shook her head as her eyes focused back on the counselor. “No, this time is different; I know it!” Fear began to overtake her; her body began to shake violently, causing the old man to rise and take hold of her.

"Elyse,” he muttered. “I’m telling you, in cases of schizophrenia, this is completely normal.” He sighed and pushed his glasses up again. “I think we will have to up your dosage of medication another fifty milligrams. I believe that will help you,” he nodded.

Groaning, she put her hand out and pushed at the counselor, not wanting to hear any more. “No,” she muttered. “I don’t want any more medication. It’s not helping!”

The voices inside her head began screaming at her.

Don’t take the pill… Don’t… Don’t take the pill…!

She grabbed the sides of her face and shook her head. “Please…”

“It will help you, Elyse. I promise.”

She felt stroking on the sides of her face and looked up at the man, seeing his friendly smile. She began to relax a little bit and after a while, she nodded once. “Alright.”

“Good girl. Now go home. When you get there, you’ll have your medication waiting for you. As soon as you get there, take one and get some rest.”

Nodding once again, she picked up her purse and put it over her shoulder. The counselor directed her out of the office and as soon as the door shut, she froze in place. There, in one of the seats of the waiting room was the girl…the one that had been following her everywhere.

Clutching her belongings to her chest, she moved past the girl as fast as she could and ran out the door without looking back. She knew her mind had been lost long ago, but it was getting to the point that she couldn’t take it anymore.

With tears streaming down her face, she ran home as fast as she could. With her heart and chest pounding, she bounded through the front door of her place and dropped her things to the floor. Falling back against the door, she closed her eyes, feeling sweat pouring down the sides of her face.

“She’s not real…” She told herself over and over again. “She’s not real…”

Swallowing hard, she wiped at her forehead and stood from the door. Walking into the bathroom, she found her bottle of medicine sitting on the edge of the sink, where she always found it after an appointment with her counselor.

Opening the small bottle, she poured only one pill into the palm of her hand.

Don’t take the pill! Don’t! Don’t do it! Don’t take the pill! Please!

As usual, the voices screamed and screamed, begging her not to take the medication that the counselor had given her. She lifted her hand and placed the pill in her mouth. As soon as the caplet touched her tongue, the voices stopped.

But she couldn’t make herself do it.

Spitting the pill out onto the counter, she made a cup from her hands and rinsed her mouth out, groaning as she spit the water back out into the bowl of the sink. Rinsing her face, she lifted her head slowly and looked back into the mirror.

Her eyes widened quickly as she screamed in horror. The voices in her head had manifested right behind her. She looked over her shoulder and saw nothing there, but when she glanced back into the mirror, their bloodshot eyes met hers again.

She’s coming… She’s coming…

Their heads turned and she followed their gazes.

The girl was standing at the back porch door.

Unable to help from screaming again, she ran out of the bathroom and past the porch door, her destination being the drawer full of sharp knives in the kitchen. Whipping the thing open, she grabbed the first knife she could see and made her way out to the porch door.

The girl was gone.

Tired of everything, Elyse pulled the door open and stepped out into the broad daylight.

Kill her…. Kill her!

The girl stood in the middle of the yard and turned slowly to face her. A look of terror spread on the mystery girl’s face and she began to scream three words that forever changed Elyse.

“You’re not real! You’re not real!”

The knife dropped down to the ground and Elyse looked down at her hand. Her skin had grown so faint that she could have been considered see-through, a mere ghost… A hallucination of the girl she had believed was following her.

“You’re not real,” the girl kept whispering as tears rolled down her cheeks.

With every repeated word, more and more of her body began to fade away, fade into nonexistence, fade into a world of hallucinations. 


© - Copyright - 2014 - sparrow01 - All Rights Reserved


Submitted: February 03, 2014

© Copyright 2021 sparrow01. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:



Amazing piece sweetie, loved it! Bravo :)

Tue, February 4th, 2014 2:04am



Mon, February 3rd, 2014 7:25pm

Emmett Cohl

Wow, this was amazing! Where did you get the concept idea/inspiration?

Tue, February 4th, 2014 9:49pm


Thank you!

Tue, February 4th, 2014 2:36pm


Omg! Short yet spooky...especially the part where Elyse hears those voices telling her to not take the pill O.O The ending is what put a few questions in my head..Was Elyse dead and the other girl who followed a probably the girl having hallucinations? Wow! That would also be a major twist. Amazing story..Loved it. Good luck with the contest! :)

Fri, February 7th, 2014 6:03pm


That's what I was aiming for...lots of questions and speculations! Thanks!

Fri, February 7th, 2014 10:05am


Oh my gosh! Spooky yet amazing short story, darling! I couldn't get my eyes off the story. That's how intriguing it was. Beautifully written, Jess! XO - Ikky.

Fri, February 7th, 2014 8:26pm


Sweet! Thanks Ikky!

Fri, February 7th, 2014 12:36pm


Well, I really didn't put that much down in my notes so this'll be a bit interesting. I don't know why, but little girls are always so creepy. One of the scariest things I've seen has to be the "Little Girl in Elevator Prank." All I really have to say is that it's a pretty good story that's well written. My only complaint was that it was a little too fast paced (I think I was referring to that you could elaborate a bit more). Actually, I think that was just me wanting a bit more to read (This is very light reading to me). Oh yeah, very good and unexpected twist at the end (but how in the hell could the doc see her if she was a hallucination...ghost?)

Fri, February 14th, 2014 9:01pm


Yeah, that prank is pretty scary. Maybe that's the twist...maybe the whole thing, including the doctor, was a hallucination? That was my goal with this story, to make people ponder and question what they read, and to come up with their own conclusion.

Fri, February 14th, 2014 2:11pm

Emmett Cohl

This has to be one of the most amazing things I've read on here. This is probably the millionth time I've come back to read it. You never cease to amaze me :)

Mon, June 16th, 2014 9:04pm


Wow, really? Cool, thank you!!

Mon, June 16th, 2014 2:09pm

Elaine Ewertz

Wow, amazing. One of the best I've read on this site. Dark and spooky and mysterious. Loved it.

Sat, August 9th, 2014 11:49pm


Thank you, glad you think so!

Sat, August 9th, 2014 10:16pm

Facebook Comments

More Literary Fiction Short Stories

Other Content by sparrow01