Chewelah Creek

::AN- This is a story I\'ven wen working on for a while. I have 8 chaps done. Please review. Chewelah is a small hick town here in Washington where I live. Shizophrenia is a real illness, and I did research it before using it in my story! Without further ado, enjoy! Story posted at: http://www.angelfire.com/blog2/chewelahcreek/ChewelahCreek3.html ::

Prologue::

Prologue:
She was perfect, she was friendly and fun. Everything I need. I watched as she walked with her boyfriend, and a group of friends. I recognise a few of them. Three of the ladies with her I know from Sportys. The one works there. I think she\'s crazy too, but hides it well.

I smile and head over to the group as they stop off at a stand to look at the merchandise provided. \"Hello!\" I say politely.

They turn towards me, the guys dont much care for me, or I for them. But the ladies smile sweetly for me.

\"Hi!\" Lynne replies.

They others do much the same. The guys merely nod their heads at me. I continue to smile demurely.

\'Ask who she is!\' Bert urges.

I fight back the frown that tries to push it\'s way to my lips, and to tell Bert to shut up. But do heed to his advice and ask about the other girl.

\"So... whose your friend?\" I ask Lynne.

She\'s more opt to respond to me, Laurynn will, but Lynne knows me better from Sporty\'s. She\'s a little more at ease with talking to me.

\"Oh... how rude of me. This is Kameron, Laurynn\'s little sister, and this is her boyfriend James. And this is Tom.\" She said introducing the three of us.

Kameron smiled sweetly. She has a beautiful smile. Her smile reaches her eyes, what a great quality. James, on the other hand, is suspicious right off. But I remain polite.

\"Hello... it\'s a pleasure to meet you.\" say, extending my hand to him.

He took my hand and nodded. \"Yeah... you too.\" he said.

I turned to Kameron, \"Mi\'lady, it\'s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.\" I say.

I take her hand in mine and lay a gentle kiss on the back of it. She seems flattered by my kindness, and smiled wider.

\"Thank you, it\'s nice to meet you as well Tom.\" she says.

Oh yes, she\'s perfect for my first victim, and I know just the way I will help her meet her maker.


CHAPTER ONE::

\"Hello, my name is Thomas Grant, and I am schizophrenic\"

I wave, with a slight smile, to the group of crazies sitting in chairs, formed in a semi circle in the room. I guess I dont have much room to talk, I\'m as crazy as they are.

\"Hello Thomas!\", they chime at me in unison.

They\'re like a group of mindless idiots. But had it been one of them up here in my place, I would\'ve done the same.

\"Please, call me Tom.\" I say, taking my seat again.

Our group therapist stands from his seat, at the head of our semi circle, and begins babbling about some sort of therapeutic technique. Or at least I think he is. It could be about the group therapy being therapeutic. I\'m not sure anymore, I hear too many voices to be sure of anything anymore.

\"Tom would you like to share your story?\" Dr. Weis asks.

This silences my thoughts for just a mere second.

\'Yeah, Tom! Share your story with these crazies. Tell then all about those girls in Chewelah. Or tell them all about Her!\'

\"NO!\", I screamed out. Much to everyone\'s surprise.

\"There\'s no pressure Tom. Just when you\'re ready.\" Dr. Weis said gently. Which only gained him a blank look from me.

\'C\'mon Tom! Regale the fine crazies with your horrendous story! They would all like to hear about how you mutilated those girls, and her.\'

I covered my ears, shaking my head. \"Fine, I\'ll tell them all about my rendezvous\' in Chewelah!\" I exclaim.

Dr. Weis looks a little more then surprised, a few others snicker at me.

\"Tom, take a deep breath, and try to relax.\" Dr. Weis instructs.

He gives the other crazies a stern look that quiets their snickers. I do as I have been instructed to do, slowly trying to relax myself. But Bert wasn\'t having it.

\'Don\'t listen to that quack Tom. He\'s over paid, and under educated. Crazies like you dont know the meaning of relax.\'

I shook my head, continuing to take deep breaths. \"You don\'t know what your saying. I can relax!\", I say.

A few more snickers rang through out the group, but I wasn\'t listening to them. All I could hear was Bert\'s menacing laugh.

\'Then why are you talking to me, Tom? You only talk to me when you lose control! Like when you killed...\'

I cut Bert off. \"JUST SHUT UP! JUST STOP TALKING TO ME BERT!\"

I startled more than Dr. Weis this time. I scared the crazies.

\"Tom, Bert\'s not real. Don\'t give into our insistent behavior. That\'s the old Tom, remember? You are now a NEW Tom.\" Dr. Weis was saying. But Bert was winning this struggle.

\'Shut him up Tom! You know you want to!\'

Before I could control myself I had the over paid, and under educated quack by the throat.

\"You don\'t know what you\'re saying, Dr. Wannabe! You don\'t know why I did what I did to any of those girls, or her!\" I spat out venomously. My anger had flared, and my temper had been lost.

\"Please, Tom, put me back on the floor, and take a few deep breaths, and try to...\"

I cut the good Dr. Weis off, tightening my grip around his neck. All the while Bert snickered malignly.

\"Shut up! You don\'t know what it\'s like to be me! I can\'t relax! I\'m not like these other crazies!\" I shouted. In all reality, I AM like all the other crazies, if not worse. Dr. Weis looked more than a little frightened.

\'Get him Tom! Show him whose the real crazy!\' Bert taunted

I began to squeeze tighter, and tighter, and...

\'It\'s time to stop Tom. Let Dr. Weis go.\'

Her voice, her beautiful voice, spoke to me. I held my grip and looked for her. Tears flooded my eyes when I couldn\'t find her.

\'Thomas, let him go... for me.\' She spoke

At her request, I did as she\'d asked me. I gently placed Dr. Weis back on the floor. Her looked relieved, as he sucked in fresh air.

\"I-I\'m sorry Dr. Weis.\" I said dumbly.

He merely nodded at me, \"Your apology is accepted, Tom. Uh... okay. How about we call it a session, for now, and meet back here in an hour or two.\" Dr. Weis says to the group.

A chorus of okay\'s, sure\'s, and head nods, went about through the group. I turned to leave with everyone else when Dr. Weis spoke again.

\"Tom, I\'d like you to stay a moment.\" he said.

I paused where I stood, I didn\'t want to stay. But I felt that I owed him that much after I\'d tried to kill him.

\"I would like to speak with you about some of the things you said.\" Dr. Weis said.

I nodded. What had I said that piqued his curiosity. So I asked. \"What did I say?\"

He looked at me, like I expected he would, curiously. \"You don\'t remember what you said, Tom?\" he asked me.

\"No, not really. I remember what Bert told me to say, and I am sorry for that.\" I said.

He nodded and scribbled something down on his pad. He looked up at me with a gentle smile. \"Is Bert here now?\" he asked benignly.

I looked about the room to see if I could see Bert hanging around. I nodded, \"He\'s here.\" I said.

Again, he wrote something down. I fidgeted nervously. I hated therapy sessions, especially one on one sessions.

\"Where is he at, Tom?\" Dr. Weis asked.

\"Who? Where\'s who?\" I gushed out.

\"Bert, where\'s Bert?\" Dr. Weis asks.

\"I dont know... There is no Bert. Bert\'s not here!\" I said.

My fidgeting grew. I was now pacing the room, slapping my hands against my thighs as I paced. I was starting to wig out.

\"Okay, Tom. How about we call it a day. We\'ll meet again later.\" Dr. Weis says.

\"Yeah... okay. C\'mon Bert, let\'s go.\" I say, leaving the room.

I was then escorted back to my room, and drugged to help me relax, and to make Bert, disappear.

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