CH 38: Psychotic Break

Sara was in such a dilemma! Her parent’s stories about all the painful things that could happen to you made her afraid of pain (Agliophobia), food poisoning, weapons of all sorts, criminal activities, and illnesses and diseases all were painful and all led to death causing Sara like millions of others around the world to fear dying (Thanatophobia). And guess who epitomized the image of death? Toxic did he was goth! Although she knew the boy was under Ellen’s protection they had all graduated now and this would be her last hooray. Besides Ellen spouted off that only two remained she was probably talking about her family and Sara had mentally removed the image of their deaths from her mind as she said before it was one thing to kill strangers but your own family… that was brutal. So as Ellen went off on her last crusade Sara pondered Toxics demise. Her parents went to their weekly neighborhood watch how ironic and Sara invited Toxic over enticing him by saying she had some news to tell him about Ellen. Toxic hesitated because the girl was always skittish around him but she looked harmless enough. When he arrived she asked him upstairs to her bedroom to talk and laughed at his being uncomfortable promising him it was only so her parents wouldn’t interrupt their conversation if they got home early. Poor Toxic didn’t realize that Sara was so tired of being afraid of everything. It got to the point that when her parents went to work she crept back into the house and curled up in a ball on her bed and fell asleep. It wasn’t a peaceful sleep it was fretful slumber full of gory images, monsters, and loss of family members. At times the whole world went dark and at first she felt a sense of relief until panic swelled up inside her and she woke up profusely sweating and spewed in the garbage can. She didn’t want to be suicidal but just thinking about the subject was that a sign that she was? Now on top of everything she had to worry if she was suicidal! In fact sometimes especially lately Sara thought death would be welcoming if it wasn’t for the inevitable pain and fear of the unknown. It was the fact that she didn’t know nor have any control over when and how she’d die. If only she was lucky enough to die in her sleep, of a gas leak, or instantaneously by a brain aneurysm the news reported like that young hockey player did. There were days she struggled to walk out the front door for fear of being run over by a car or on cloudy days hit by thunder and lightning (Astraphobia). The girl asked Toxic how could she tell her parents just how bad it had gotten. Sara didn’t want them to feel guilty or blame themselves she loved them so again how could she reach out for help? She couldn’t… So Sara unloaded her whole bag of problems on the poor boy. When she finished he just stared at her like she was a lunatic his eyes judging her and she snapped reaching under the bed for the kitchen knife she had hidden there just in case but she honestly didn’t think she could go through with it. Yet here she was plunging the knife into Toxics chest again and again as he fell back eyes wide with total terror his screams of pain slicing through Sara’s very core until finally the screams were silenced as the knife punctured his lungs taking the wind out of him.

Illustrated by: Jason Hendrickson


When her anger her pent-up fear was spent she looked in horror at Toxics body and fell down beside him and cradled him in her arms sobbing. When her parents came home they heard her wailing and ran upstairs to find blood soaked bedding and carpet and their daughter holding a boy in her arms with the kitchen knife by her side. “What have you done? What have you done?” her mother screamed passing out at the doorway. Her father crawled over his wife and felt for a pulse even though it was obvious the boy was dead. He barely had the faculties to call 911 and then he fell to the floor beside his daughter and held her rocking back and forth as the boy’s lifeless body still lay in her lap.  “Why” her father whispered as he heard the sirens. “I couldn’t handle being afraid any more all the stories I just couldn’t”… Sara sobbed. The dismay that fell across his face when he realized it was his fault him and his wife. Her mother had come to just in time to hear her daughters’ reason and the shock of what they had unknowingly done to her sent her mother Karen into a dark abyss with her daughter. By the time the cops, coroner and Detective Dale and Nickels arrived they called an ambulance to take the whole family to a Sanatorium. As she was strapped onto the ambulance gurney Sara hysterically laughed alarmed about the number of phobias she had which ironically was called Phobophobia the fear of phobias, and she was horrified by the apparent possibility that she had gone insane (Maniaphobia). As they pumped drugs into her veins she finally found some peace from her fears as her brain overload subsided and the ambulance sped off to the mental institution. Her mother followed in another ambulance just as sedated as Sara when she kept screaming “Sara I’m so sorry Sara so sorry”.  Her father grabbed the knife and slit his wrist Buck wrestled the knife away from him and the ambulance attendants bandaged his wounds to stop the bleeding and then his ambulance followed his families. The detectives stared at the poor boy on the carpet before the black bag was zipped up and he thought of how angry he had been at Sara but obviously there was more to this story than he knew.

They couldn’t help themselves and went to talk to the families’ psychiatrist at the hospital who gave them a general idea without too much detail. This family came from generations of paranoid fear mongers with mental health issues so Sara had it in her blood and in her upbringing. Buck and Jack felt sorry for the young girl who was a product of her environment but as sad as it was she had to be stopped and the hospital was the best place for the entire family. Sara would never kill anyone again. The doctor said he doubted if the parents would even get out for a while but Sara would be there for a lifetime. At least in the hospital they had more family time playing board games, watching movies in the common room, and eating meals together talking about all the positive things not one negative or scary thing was ever spoken of again.