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Schizophrenia Novella--Prelude |
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(( The following is the novella I am currently writing about a girl with schizophrenia, based on research of the disorder. ))
Prelude
Abilify, artane, dalmane, abilify, artane, dalmane. It sometimes seemed as if it was what her life revolved around. What her life relied on, depended on, counted on. All that jazz. And in all fact it was mostly true. Brady Lee Adair, the middle child of five, looked stoic and stiff. Drowsy and groggy. What was it like to wake up feeling like a million bucks, she wondered, trying and failing to remember the feeling she used to take for granted every morning of her youth. The days before it had happened. Brady stood in the bathroom, the dim light of the faintly glowing 7 o'clock morning sky illuminating the white tile floors she stood on. With an exasperated sigh, as if it took oh so much of her energy, she flipped on the light. Standing before the sink she examined herself in the mirror with... a lack of enthusiasm. Her complexion was paler than it had used to be, though not in a sickly way. Her bed-tousled hair of sun bleached sandy blond framed a young face and just barely brushed her shoulders. It had used to be so long.. Her frame had also changed. She had put on more than twenty pounds. Not entirely unattractive, adding to her curves instead of hanging at her belly. Some things about her hadn't changed from the year earlier, when she was the Brady so different from the one she gazed at in the mirror. Her eyes were still a shining emerald, and a soft dusting of freckles still adorned her complexion. Brady made a face, both at her reflection in the mirror and at the familiar slightly nauseous feeling in her stomach. Opening the mirror she revealed the cabinet behind it and it's contents. A selection of make up, hair binders and clips, brushes, toothpaste and other toiletries. She instead removed three large bottles of pills and medications that had been prescribed to her about three months before, and set them on the sink rim before her. ADAIR- Abilify/ Aripiprozole. She read. She didn't have to read them. She knew what they said. Popping the container open she took her dose for the day. ADAIR- Trihexyphendyl/Artane. Her routine continued. Her dose for the day. The third container. ADAIR- Flurazepam/Dalmane. This one went back into the medicine cabinet unopened, along with the other two, to be saved for later. The rest of Brady's routine she held less resentment for. Brushing her teeth, combing her hair, dressing herself. I guess I should be thankful I can even do these things myself.. She thought to herself bitterly. At age 18, she would be turning 19 in later that month, October. Though she was still a senior in her local high school, having failed to graduate the year before due to her condition.
I suppose I'm getting ahead of the story. It began nearly a year before. Same town, different Brady.
The Nowhere Girl · Tue Jun 06, 2006 @ 12:25am · 0 Comments |
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