Nic Sheff

A teenager recovering from a schizophrenic breakdown is driven to the point of obsession to find his missing younger brother and becomes wrapped up in a romance that may or may not be the real thing.

Schizo

Amanda Autumn Berrey

And then there is that noise again—buzzing, screaming—darting in and out. I look around. But I am sure now that this noise is not a real noise at all. This noise is my disease—nothing but corroded synapses and misfiring chemical reactions.

The ground, in this case, being some kind of Persian tapestry rug over a hardwood floor—a rug covered in patterns like abstract palm trees—a rug I've stared at and tried to decipher at least five thousand times in the last two years.

A bunch of them he actually wrote himself—including the newest one: Schizophrenia in the Adolescent Male: Signs, Symptoms, and Treatments. That’s the one he wrote about me.

I glance up and look at the carrot he’s holding out to me. The color is, like, bright, toxic orange. Really, it’s the most vividly fucking orange carrot I’ve ever seen.

“Hmmm. Well, let me see what I can do, okay, Miles? You really shouldn’t be worrying about these things. Your job is to get well. Let your parents be your parents. And let yourself be a kid—at least for a little while longer.”

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