Splintered (Splintered, #1)

by A.G. Howard

I’ve researched schizophrenia. They say one of the symptoms is hearing voices, not a winglike thumping in the skull. Then again, if I were to count the whispers of flowers and bugs, I hear plenty of voices. By any of those measurements, I’m sick.

I grip his tuxedo’s lapel. “Don’t you see? It doesn’t matter that Wonderland’s different than what Carroll wrote. All these years, Alison’s been locked up in a psych ward for nothing. It’s real. You weren’t there today. They treated her like an invalid. If they fry her brain, she might end up incapacitated forever. I won’t leave without helping her!”

This statement makes me sad, I knew a few people I’ve been in the hospital with that had this done. Before they went in, they knew why. When they came out, they had short term memory loss. But it was medically necessary . They and their families didn’t feel they were frying their brains to incapacity them forever. I ‘m hoping this is written from a vantage point of someone that doesn’t know and that they are just scared because they don’t actually know.