Childhood

I don't want to go into that bathroom, I smell blood. My mom led me into it and tried to show me nothing was there, but that's because she didn't see it. I saw it. I noticed a missing poster before going in here, and I see the very same face of the man laying in the sink. There was more red on the walls than tiles, and it was difficult to avoid walking on the man who was spread across the place. Why can only I see this?

My parents wanted me to get psychological help since they believed I was a sociopath. I visited the the psychologist for a month but I never said anything. I'm a 12 year old girl, my imagination must be running wild. Eventually my Dad decided to pull me out and tried helping me himself, but I couldn't look away from the body sitting outside of the other bedroom.

After a few months I decided to tell him what I could see. He then yelled at me and locked me in my bedroom. The next day he boarded off my window and made sure I only had the bare necessities. He would also give me food often so I wouldn't starve. It was a very unpleasent time for those 10 years.

I finally told a psychologist about my delusions and they told me I had a major case of schizophrenia. I didn't believe them but all I really needed was the weight off my chest. It doesn't matter because I feel safer now since I have a new family. I became married after a couple years. married… to a happy man.