The diary of a Schizophrenic


  

                                                                            Prologue 
 
I remember seeing a great big, blinding light, while driving home from the city of Miami. It was then followed by an enormous force of power. "WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPEN?!" I thought. "WAS THAT LIGHTING?" But then came a sudden flash of heat. It so was hot, that if I turned my head it seemed, my entire face would have incinerated. I then felt a sudden urge to step on the gas pedal and drive away as fast as possible. Giving the direction that it was coming from. I could tell it was coming from the direction towards the south. "THE PLACE WHERE I JUST LEFT!" Was this another terrorist attack? I didn't bother to stop and look and see. I just stepped on the gas pedal and drove away as fast as possible.
               
                                                           

                                                                  Chapter One
                                                            The Story Of Survival



I've been living out here now for the last 6 months. It has been quite sometime since I've even seen another person. I can't recall it, but I'd say that I'm now a hermit.
           
                 Looking back now, I can't believe I survived that horrific explosion back in Southern Florida.
I'm starting to wonder how much social skills that I actually have left.
            
                 Living out here now amongst the north Georgian wilderness has been quite an experience for me. I'm not so much in fear of the wild life, but more or less of the rouge groups that sometimes pass through here. It's not that I don't like people. It's just that I suffer from a condition. A condition which has cause me to be this way. Yes, each and every time I get around people, well, I get paranoid. "REALLY PARANOID!!" So paranoid that I even get dangerous at times. But that's nothing that a little medication couldn't subdue. So let me tell you the real reason why I'm out here. You see, American has already gone into complete shit and more or less it's to dangerous to go amongst the populated areas for many different reasons. And two, well, I suffer from schizophrenia, which is the worst mental illness known to man.
            
                My name is Joseph Shedrick Maror and this is my story. Well, it’s not exactly my life story, but more or less a story of survival. You know, like the surviving stories of 9/11, Hurricane Katrina and other such disastrous events. Each and every individual has his or her own story to tell, well, this is my story. 
            
                So much has happen since I started writing this diary. You wouldn't believe all the crap that I've been through. Not to mention all the things that I've seen and heard. Can't say that much about me though. I'm 5'11, 175 pounds, 33 years of age, use to do amateur bodybuilding, and yes, I once worked for Lockheed, building planes and all. Now as far as America is concern, well, the glory days are over and I don't think that it will ever recover from the situation that it's in now.
     
                You see, if you go back and you look at the situation with the 9/11 attacks; you can see that the situation with America has not been the same ever since. Yes, America has not fully recovered from the 9/11 attacks.
            
                 Well, I've just been sitting here, writing this diary, hoping that one day I would finish it. Somehow I fill that this is an important document to write. You know, just in case I don't survive.

                 I've been thinking that maybe this town might not hold up. It's been 3 weeks since anyone has heard anything, anyone from the outside areas. "THREE WEEKS SINCE ANYONE HAS HEARD A DESPERATE CRY FOR HELP!!" Yeah, that's how bad it is right now. Not to mention the fact that we live in a remote area. Even when times were good. The town of Blue Ridge had only number something like two thousand residents. Now it's only about seven hundred and fifty. Seems like many people have left, abandoning this town. Not to mention that some have died.  I've say in the past that the world has always been dangerous place, never ever safe and secure. No matter what part of the financial  latter your. Now when you have a  major c especialy when it's a virus? What since does it make to go amongst the more populated areas. 


keeping to myself lately, ever since I've arrived here in the Blue Ridge Mountains, the peo[p[le here seem weary of my present.  Sure I've met some of the locals here and they seem very friendly. Of course some of the people here are a little racist. But that's to be expected in a town like this.
    




























I got a question for socialist, if socialim is all about the public sector/unions and there is no private business ownership which means theres nobody to pay taxes, where does the money come from? the printing press? but wouldnt that devalue your countries currency? just like its doing to our dollar?so does it come from other countries, but wait that would increase your countries deficit and crash the economy, so where does the money come from to pay for your redistribution of wealth?












And so came the impending doom of the United States. I'd simply just sat here, writing this diary, hoping that one day I would finish it. Somehow I felt that this was important to write this diary. Leaving some kind of  just in case I didn't make it. I fell that years down the road someone would make this out of movie or book. Who Knows?  
                     iN THE LAST FEW DAYS I've also resorted back to my old jerk off mode. Never real had the bed for o awoman. Not since an fgellow immate had show me hopw to mastuirbnate. No I didn't jerk off with  my right or left hand, bt i use another method..   
  It's been a long and deadly winter. Many people have not survived. I'm surprise I've survived threw this I've been trapped away here since September 4, There's been talk all around  town that maybe they should barricade and keep all outsiders from in coming in. All over the the east coast there's chaos.      
             
         
                                                                 
















         Chapter Two                   
                                                                 The Blue Ridge Mountains 


The town of Blue Ridge was once considered an elite health resort because of its pure mineral waters. Once the  town's tourists would ride to Blue Ridge either by train or car, eat dinner at the Blue Ridge Hotel, take leisurely walks to the mineral springs, escape the stress and misery of everyday life.
                 
                  Blue Ridge was founded in 1886 as a result of the arrival of the Marietta, North Georgia Railroad. Because of the railroad, Blue Ridge was developed as a center of business and in 1895 the county seat was moved from Morganton to Blue Ridge. In the early years, at different times, there were five hotels and several boarding houses in downtown Blue Ridge.
                  
                  The Blue Ridge Range comprises the majority of the Appalachian Mountains. The Appalachians are a loose-knit series of mountain ranges that extend from Maine to Alabama and include portions of New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia, Virginia, North and South Carolina, Tennessee, and Georgia. These mountains formed the greatest barrier to the westward movement of European and American settlers until the 19th century.
                  
                   West of the Blue Ridge range is a second series of mountains that runs from West Central North Carolina to Fannin County, Georgia. In Georgia this range is known as the Cohuttas; further north they are called the Smoky Mountains. The Cohuttas and the Smokies are part of the Blue Ridge province, yet they are actually geologically distinct from the Blue Ridge Mountain Range and are quite a bit older.
                    I've visited the Blue Ridge Mountains in the past. Seems like          


They've now setup road blocks coming in and out of Blue Ridge. It seems that refugees from the surrounding areas have been trying to seek refuge here. I don't know, but I figured people would be heading towards Fema Camps or hiding in cellars or perhaps in a bunker.  It's been  Perhaps because of it's vast isolation. But there's plenty of isolated wooded, country areas in Georgia.  As I said before, it's to dangerous to go amongst the populated areas. There's been a virious going on   

I live in the isolated and remote areas surrounded by mountains and nestled along the banks of a picturesque stream or river. I fill relatively safe here. Not much interest in meeting the locals. I'd rather just keep to myself, giving my psychotic condition. 






I manage to get the most isolated cabin in the whole Blue Ridge sector. For many people living out here  it would be very boring. But I liked the isolation, especially now. Epecially since many people from the more puplated area have diecided to come to these parts. As I said before, iot's to dangerounsd to go amonst the poulate areass. The locals have setup road blocks along the entrance ways coming in and out of Blue Ridge.  Hell, it doesn't even fill  liek America anymore. It fills more like a police state now. Ever since the dollars collapsed last year, things have went really shitty. Oh year, I wasn't the only one who thought runniong into the wiilderness. Especailly since theire's been ain effection disease going around killing and effecffing  everyone in it's path.         














So who were the real masterminds behind the 9/11 attacks? Was it Bin Laden? No. Was it Al Qeada? No.  Was it the Taliban? No.Was it the Illuminati? No.  Well actually, it was the Russians! Yes the it was \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ig bad reds. The defeated foe of the cold war.  September 11, 2001, the Russians would get their first set of revenge. No not directly, but indirectly. You see Bin laden, the Taliban, Al Qaeda, they were only instruments of destruction. The Russians were the real masterminds behind the attacks. It was an indirect move to slowly drain the American economy. AND IT WORKED! From the war in Afghanistan, to the war in Iraq. To the housing market crash, and the desperate need for foreign oil. First the gas prices go up and then the callas ape of the dollar. It was a perfect circulating plan And the Russians did it well. The once involved of us came



It's just too bad that I never had a chance to be a father. It's just to bad that I never had a chance at normal life. Yes, me, the schizophrenic. The one who is rejected and hated just because of his condition.


            












It's amazing how things can go from civil to civil unrest. Yes, I've witnessed it first hand. When the dollar crashed last. Things had gotten pretty hot. 







Too bad I had to leave my 2002 ford Mustang convertible, which is the reason why I'm alive today. 
              Besides, What was life about anyway? What was the purpose of it? When at age 25, you're body, slowly begins to break down and deteriorate. When all matte rof speaking, if you don't know the Golden Jew, that Jew being Jesus Christ, then  your soul will spent enterity in hell. 




I saw the forces that were Behind the nuclear attacks. It      

                 Man things were getting pretty bad before I had decided to abandon civilization. It was like living in a bad movie. Especially when that 8.9 earthquake which struck Southern California last year, yeah, it was pretty devastating. So devastating taht the food prices went 


You see, if you go back and you look at the situation with the 9/11 attacks, you can see the situation with America has not been the same ever since.

Comments:
 
rbouncha   rbouncha wrote
on 6/5/2011 2:39:29 AM
I like how you describe the story of the mood in chapter one as well as the prologue. A nice way to give the readers and insight of what is going to be foretold in the near future. Foreshadowing is a key highlight of what give readers the peak of interests into what they believe are the characters motives. Although there are some misspelling errors at the end of the paragraph when the character went on a jerk off mood. Unless that was your idea of the person attitude then it's understandable . Chapter two seems like a different story then chapter one so i just basically stop reading after a few paragraphs. I never like back-stories anyways because in my opinion i think there quite useless. Is better to let the audience decide for themselves of what the character is like and what made them become who they are.

KLHpensil   KLHpensil wrote
on 12/19/2010 1:18:58 AM
This is riveting. I wonder, is this fact or fiction? I would guess fiction. If so, do you know any schizophrenics?

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