[ WP ] A schizophrenic falls in love with one of her hallucinations .

there were burn marks down her thigh, other scrape marks down her arms. Lucy lay there in her bed, clenching what was left of her teeth as she pushed her head so close to her chest she was sure it would pop off her shoulders. Lucy could not see anything around her. It was very dark. The time was something she had no reason for knowing, since she could never really tell when the sun was up, or it was just her imagination. When she could still tell what was real or not, she remembered that her room was like the interior of one of those wooden baskets people use to transport fruits. Not very nice, but he had promised to make it better. She could n't see what it looked like now, and she had wished that everything was like this. Just the dark blanketing over everything as though she were hidden in one of those makeshift houses she used to make as a kid with a blanket and a few chairs. 
 
 Of course, like the rest of her life, nothing would go as she had wanted, not today, not ever. She could hear heavy breathing by her door. She did n't know who it was, but of course she did. It was him. She could n't tell if he was here to give her another black eye, or get those blackberries he promised he would get her. either way, she had to let him in. 
 
 `` Lucy, you really ought to open these windows and let the sun in once in a while. It's not good for your skin to always be covering up'' He said gently as he gave her a kiss on her forehead. 
 
 From where he kissed, she felt a warm sensation like how the first warm coffee of the day moves down your throat. 
 
 It was blood. 
 
 Suddenly, she realized that a second before, her head had made contact with the ground. He was screaming now. Heavy, crying, screaming `` YOU'RE JUST SOME FUCKING WHORE, YOU DURTY FUCKING SKANK, MY LIFE COULD BE SO GOOD IF YOU WERE N'T IN IT!!'' She felt her ribs being pushed back against a blunt force to her stomache. 
 
 No one ever gets used to this. Lucy would know. This had been happening for the last three months, and she never got used to it. 
 
 Lucy was not some broken women who thought she deserved this. She was n't some delusional lady who thought this was `` love'', but she was sick. She was sick. Someone had to take care of her after she was diagnosed with schizophrenia. After her family abandoned her, she had only her husband to support her. Her husband was a loving man. He had married Lucy ten years ago, and continued to stay by her side even through all the treatment, all medications, and even though she had shriveled up into what she is today. She loved that man. Not a better man in the world existed. 
 
 This beast that was now beating the life out of her was not that man. She did not love him, but she was n't sure who he was. Is this man what my husband has become, or was he someone who she had made up? The latter is what Lucy held onto. That's why she could not leave. How could she? Not after everything he had done for her. 
 

