It started about two weeks ago. First, a buzzing sound, nothing serious, like I’d listened to my headphones too long and my hearing was fried. Then the whispers started, unintelligible dronings that were more annoying than anything else. At first, I’d ask my roommate what he said. After like a thousand times, he said to knock it off, the joke wasn’t funny anymore.
Last week, the voice spoke. And I understood it.
“We’re watching you,” it said.
I ignored it. The first twelve times. Then I got pissed off. Someone had to be doing this to me. Some sick bastard who hated me.
I checked the entire apartment, rushing from room to room, checking the central air vents, behind the bookshelves, all the electronic equipment. Maybe someone had bugged the place. Yes, that’s it. They bugged the place and they were harassing me. What else could it be? My roommate was at work. The TV wasn’t on. My phone was shut off. “Who’s there?”
“We’re watching you.” The voice sounded just like my uncle Jim. But he died two years ago.
“Why?” I had to shout over the pounding of my heart.
“You’re a horrible person and you should just die.”
“Leave me alone!” I argued back, standing in the living room, flailing my arms like a lunatic.
“You should kill yourself. Rid the world of your filth.” The sound came from my bedroom.
I ran into my room. No one was there.
My roommate called the cops the day before yesterday. Just because I barricaded myself in my room. It was the only safe place. The police broke down the door and cuffed me when I refused to let them in. My roommate told them I was crazy. That landed me in the psych ward.
The nurse–if she really was a nurse, I don’t know, she could have been a part of it–tried to give me some pills. I refused to take them. The voice said they were poison.
They gave me an injection after I tried to break out of the unit.
When I woke up, they told me to keep taking the medicine. I took it, figuring it would get me out faster. At least the voice has stopped. The doctor said the medicine was helping that. She wants me to keep taking it…
The above excerpt represents what someone may endure when they experience auditory hallucinations. Every case is different and hallucinations can occur in a variety of settings, but suffice it to say, the symptom is terrifying. This could be a first psychotic break of a young man heading toward schizophrenia. It could be the result of using drugs. Maybe the guy has some sort of neurologic or medical condition that has affected his brain. Maybe he’s so depressed (or manic) that he’s developing psychotic symptoms.
I hope this illustration provides some insight into what people suffer through when they have this type of mental illness.
Remember, this post is for writing purposes only. It is NOT intended to be medical advice or treatment.
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