If anyone with schizophrenia feels offended or wants to inform me on it, please feel free to message me and I'll fix whatever needs to be fixed. Please remember that I don't have schizophrenia so I can only learn from the people who do. Also, please be mindful of the fact that I'm not saying all wards are bad, some are good while others aren't, it really depends on you and how you view your experience.
(Y/N) walked down the empty white halls. He glanced down at his bandaged wrists and the scrubs he was wearing. (Y/N) frowned. He was back at the psych ward but why? A sudden sharp pain caused him to cringe and close his eyes, holding his head. He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling. He heard muffled talking as the ceiling spun. (Y/N) felt someone touch his cheek and turned his head, looking at the doctor. He frowned, disgust filling his senses. The doctor chuckled.
"Don't look at me like that, (Y/N). You were asking for it."
(Y/N) sat up with a soft gasp. Kurtz raised his head, looking at him. The kitten wobbled over, sitting on his lap and meowing up at him.
"I'm fine.. It was just a nightmare... Or a memory. I don't know anymore, Kurtz." (Y/N) whispered, bringing the kitten close and hugging him. He heard his phone vibrate and picked it up, looking at the text message.
(Y/N) sighed, not replying. He grabbed his pill bottle and took one as he petted Kurtz.
"The only way to end all this shit..." He trailed off, staring at the picture of him, Lucie, and his aunt.
"Maybe it's for the best." (Y/N) looked down at Kurtz. The kitten meowed at him, claws digging into his shoulder.
"You don't like that idea, huh?" (Y/N) gave a soft smile. Kurtz hissed lightly in reponse. (Y/N) pressed a kiss to the top of his head and stood up. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Veronica? Can we meet up?"
"Your parents have connections, right?" (Y/N) asked.
"Yeah...?" Veronica sounded confused.
"In the mood to take down some corrupted dickheads?"
"They sound like such assholes! They're supposed to be helping patients, not treating them like trash!" Veronica angerily sipped on her milkshake. (Y/N) watched her, a bit amused.
"I'll tell daddy as soon as I get home." Daddy? She still called her father that? (Y/N) munched on some fries, choosing not to mention it.
"What about other patients?" Veronica asked.
"The ones who had depression and other illnesses like that were fine. They were treated kindly but still had to eat the shitty food." (Y/N) sighed.
"They just need someone who will actually care about the ones that everyone thinks are dangerous." (Y/N) looked at her. Veronica nodded.
"I'll see what I can do." She leaned forward, resting her head on her palm.
"What about you? Other than the shock therapy, did they do anything else?" Veronica asked. (Y/N) shrugged.
"I don't remember.. But... I have a nightmare. I think the doctor might've... Done something." (Y/N) said, watching a water droplet slide down the side of the cola glass.
"Done something? Like what?" Veronica furrowed her brows. (Y/N) glanced at her.
"Like assault..? Sexual assault?" Veronica lowered her voice, staring at him with concern. (Y/N) shrugged.
"I don't know." Veronica sighed.
"Would you mind if I told the others?" She asked. (Y/N) picked up a fry.
"Whatever." He mumbled, taking a bite out of it. Veronica took out her phone, sending a quick text to the support group chat. (Y/N) looked at Veronica's phone when it start buzzing repeatedly.
"They aren't... Exactly happy about it." She looked at him. (Y/N) hummed, getting an idea.
"Betty's parents own the newspaper thing here in town, right? She and the others can gather as much info as they can and use it as evidence when your parents snatch the psych ward out from under those dickheads feet." (Y/N) proposed. Veronica grinned, nodding and texting again.
"Thanks, I used to watch a lot of crime shows and such when I was younger." (Y/N) replied, drinking his cola. Veronica looked down at his phone.
"Everyone agrees. We'll meet up at my place and start this plan of yours." She said, paying the check and pulling him along.
"By the way.." She spoke up, getting into the car that pulled up. (Y/N) hesitantly got in with her.
"Are you and Malachai dating?" She asked, crossing one leg over the other. (Y/N) blinked, furrowing his brows.
"Jughead said he heard Malachai call you sweetie and that Malachai said he was gonna make you the second Ghoulie King." Veronica explained. (Y/N) blinked. Did Malachai have more than friendly feelings for him or was he just trying to get under Jughead's skin?
"We aren't dating." (Y/N) clarified. Veronica hummed.
"He's probably just messing around." (Y/N) looked at her, shrugging lightly. Veronica quirked a brow.
"Really? Never saw Malachai as a just playing around type of guy." Veronica said. (Y/N) looked at her.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Maybe he likes you." Veronica shrugged.
"Me?" (Y/N) shook his head.
"You're attractive, nice when you wanna be, and you two get along just fine." Veronica faced him.
"I'm a mess." (Y/N) huffed.
"So is he." Veronica watched him.
"As much as I dislike him... If you want, give it a chance." Veronica said. (Y/N) sighed, not sure how he felt yet.