When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

24; Schizophrenia, motels, and cracked ceilings

---- Just a warning that this chapter contains matters of mental illness. If this bothers you skip towards the end (: ----

Zayn

 

"In all my forty two years of living, not once has someone asked to interview me."

Emma and I sit across a middle aged man who sits on his bed in his room. One of the nurses stands by the closed door, watching us carefully, but it still doesn't help numb the slight fear I have. There was no barrier between us and this man, this man who had eyes that held malice and evil. We had been told prior that he was in fact an attempted mass murderer. I don't really know why they thought this guy would be the best guy for two college students to interview. But with every second ticking on, and every time my eyes met his, I felt more and more uncomfortable.

Emma, however, wasn't. I don't know if she was scared and just not showing it, but if she was then she was doing a really good job. I had never seen someone so intrigued by something before.

"What about the police?" Emma asks.

The man smiles. "They didn't want to interview me, they wanted to interview my conscience."

Emma clears her throat and picks up her pen. "Okay, so, Mr. Taylor-"

"Please, call me Will."

"Right, Will. Mind if I ask you a few questions regarding why you're in here?"

I look over at Emma's paper which holds all the information about Will that the nurse gave us. In big letters at the top of the page reads: Patient Diagnosis - Schizophrenia.

I swallow. I don't really know too much about that illness but I do know that it's one of the worst ones, one of the craziest. But for a guy to attempt a mass murder, he has to be insane.

"Do you hear that?" Will asks suddenly, holding his hand above his ear as he points to his right. "It's them."

"Who?" Emma asks.

Will smiles again, and there's something about his smile that is absolutely terrifying. Like a knowing smile. A smile that suggests he knows so much more than we do, and we have no clue as to what is coming.

"They're speaking."

I look at him carefully. "What are they saying?"

He turns to look at me, him and I both surprised that I've actually said something. I feel my heart beat irrationally in my chest, but I don't back down. He leans in closer to me, so close that I can smell him. And she smells absolutely revolting, like a man who has not showered in five years.

"They're telling me to kill you. You're one of them."

I pull back instantly as Will just laughs. He bursts into a massive cackling fit and Emma and I just look at each other. She looks confused, and I don't blame her. We didn't come here for this.

 

"You want to know why I'm in here?!" He suddenly yells, and the nurse rushes over to make sure he doesn't attack us. "Do you?"

"Now, Will," the nurse speaks softly, trying to stop him from yelling.

"I'm in here because everybody refuses to accept what's happening!" He continues. "They refuse to believe the news! They refuse to hear the voices!"

"What news?" Emma pesters. "What voices? Will, what do you hear?"

"This world is going to corrupt," he cries. "It's going to corrupt and you're going to wish you listened! You're going to wish you had believed me!"