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My Prince Loki

Chapter 8

At the age of nine I was assessed as having an early onset of schizophrenia, my “delusions” were auditory and the visual kind. According to the psychologist at the time it was odd that a child of nine could still have an imaginary friend, considering that I had such a supportive home environment, a good set of friends and was considered being beyond my years with my cognitive development.

This theory is still believed by some child development professionals today. They consider imaginary friends past early childhood years means the child could develop a serious psychiatric disorder. The other professionals in this instant, who believe imaginary friends are part of a normal social-cognitive development, obliviously weren't part of this clinic.

I was given pills to take that made me woozy each time I took them, kind of like Annabelle’s pills in Drop Dead Fred. Only except Loki didn't go away or get sick like Fred does in the movie. Loki just got more angry and sad screaming lengthy Asgardian abuse at my Mother who was administering the pills, unaware of the impact.

My school grades went down and I was seen to be in a vacant state when I was in and out of the class room. I remember Jenny telling our teacher that I could be having a high-po because I walked and swayed like I was intoxicated. Loki started coming to school with me then telling me to focus on him, which was the only thing I seemed to be able to do, especially when I thought I was going to pass out. He would always be near me, his voice always the loudest against the throbbing when at school and at home.

After a week and half of taking the pills, my condition was at its peak. The time in between the pills I would get throbbing migraines that I used to describe to my Mother like needles were being pushed into my head. My Mum then would consider taking me back to the client but Steven pushed her on into giving me the pills.

“She’s still talking about him babe, don’t you think that’s a bit concerning?”

I heard Steven ask with a hushed voice. I had been sitting on the couch curled up with my Prince petting me hair, some movie I was having trouble concreting on playing in front of me.

“But she’s complaining about her head throbbing! Steven each morning I have to shake her awake! I don’t think these pills are good for her.”

Loki and I had perked up at the growing silence from the kitchen. Loki and I hoping for the sound of Steven admitting to my Mum she was right and to stop giving me the pills.
Instead we got a loud sigh,

“Just give them a few more days, if she’s still talking about Loki then we’ll ask for an alternative.”

Loki tensed up, a snarl sound coming out his mouth frightening me. He kissed my forehead soothing me again bring me closer to his heartbeat.

“It’s alright Princess, we’ll get rid of them.”

That night I watched Loki bury them in the backyard with my blanket over my shoulders, my Madeline doll pressed into against my chest. When he had finished he let me stomp on top of it, his own stomp more brutal then the little tap I could manage.

The next morning I remember sitting at the kitchen table with a throbbing headache, my body feeling lump like I hadn't slept at all. Steven (who had stayed the night before) found out straight away they weren't there as I watched my Mum go through the cupboards.

“Where did you put them Louie?”

He asked walking to me leaning over the table. I stayed silent rubbing my sore head,

“Mummy my head hurts.”

I tried to say but from memory it came out slurred.

“Where are they Louie?” Steven asked again gritting his teeth.

“They hurt my head, I don’t like them.” I mumbled resting my head in my hands, the throbbingwas getting worse.

“Mum my head really, really hurts!” I yelled with tears felling myself start to sway.

“Well if you had your pills your head wouldn't be hurting. The pills are for your own good Louie!”

I moved to quickly to tell Steven to go away and stop with the nickname, so quickly everything went black and my head slammed into the table, the last sound was Loki and my Mother’s panicked screams.

Notes

Ok, clearly this chapter is far from the truth.

No psychologist (to my knowledge) would diagnose a nine year old as being schizophrenic or would you have the type of reaction Louisa had to the drugs she was given in this chapter. Most women schizophrenics are usually diagnosed from 25 to 30 years of age and they take anti psychotic drugs and may develop tardive dyskinesia (Google it) after prolonged use.

So if you know someone who has schizophrenia or have the condition yourself, this chapter is not meaning to offend you or them. I just made it more dramatic to suit the ending I wanted.

And plus, I’m writing in the Marvel Universe where people have claws coming out their hands and you can get spider powers from a radioactive spider bite rather than weeks in hospital. So I think I get to have a little bit of creative license, don’t you?

Don’t forget to comment and tell me what you think!


Scratchet xx

Comments

I love this so much. It is so good. :)

Natasha Barton Natasha Barton
10/25/16

I LOVE IT! Pretty please update xx

DaisyChain DaisyChain
5/11/15

Pleas update! I've read this so much, it's become a part of me. I feel like louisa is my long lost sister of sorts.

Arianna Arianna
2/19/15

I stumbled on this one night back in April and didn't stop until I finished reading all your posts at 5am. Love your writing, really looking forward to your next update :)

Golden Ebony Golden Ebony
8/16/14

Holy crap I've spent all day reading this story. YOU SIMPLY MUST UPDATE SOON!!

SerenitySpeaker SerenitySpeaker
7/20/14