Psychotic:

I was only eleven years old, but the memories are etched in my mind like a scar. The sound of screams, the smell of blood, the feeling of terror that gripped my heart.

I witnessed something no child should ever see. Something that changed me forever.

The voices started soon after. Whispers at first, then louder, more urgent. They told me I was to blame, that I was evil, that I deserved to suffer.

I didn't understand what was happening to me. I thought I was going crazy.

As the years passed, the voices grew stronger, more persistent. They haunted me every waking moment, taunting me, teasing me.

I learned to hide it, to pretend everything was okay. But it wasn't okay. I was dying inside, suffocating under the weight of my own mind.

And then, the diagnosis: schizophrenia.

It explained everything, yet nothing. It gave me a name for my demons, but it didn't exorcise them.

I'm still fighting, still struggling to silence the voices, to find peace in a mind that's been at war with itself for so long.

But some days, like today, it feels like the war is lost. Like I'm drowning in a sea of madness, and I don't know how to keep my head above water.

TW:

This story explores themes of power, social media, class, and corruption in the context of a prestigious high school for Nigeria's elite. The characters are bold, unique, and troublesome, making for a thrilling and unpredictable ride.

Mentions of suicidal thoughts, bullying, violence, rape, self-inflicted injuries, and use of mature language.