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Short Story About Schizophrenia

Updated on June 22, 2012

Short Story About Schizophrenia

My radio crackled, and I thought...

"Oh God, another job... what could it be this time?"

"We've got a bank hold-up on Oak Tree Square" came the voice from police HQ. "It isn't pretty... there are 3 men, all with guns..."

I jumped out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown - at times like this, uniform was simply not a question. You see, being part of a special police response unit I was on-call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and 365 days a year.

That's right.

It meant no holidays, no journeys too far from home and absolutely no drinking... well, OK I liked a glass of wine on Christmas Eve, but who doesn't?

As I cranked my car into gear and pulled out the driveway with incredible efficiency, I called into the radio:

"Who've we got on the job?"

"Um..." came the hesitant reply "I'm afraid you're on your own with this one..."

Typical. You'd have thought that in this day and age, the police would have sufficient means of ensuring there was always back-up available... but I guess that's why I'd been called. I was the back-up.

2 minutes had passed. With this kind of incident, I knew from experience that every second counted and so I jammed my foot to the floor and picked up speed. What kind of men would I be dealing with?

Gangsters? Eager teenagers? Hell, I'd even dealt with an army veteran who'd lost it one time...

90 seconds later, I was on the scene. My speed impressed even me, and I knew I was good.

I jumped out the car, sprinted to the bank and pulled out my gun as I burst through the door. There weren't 3 men in here at all. There was just 1 guy, old looking, standing at the bank clerk's register.

"2 have escaped" I barked into my radio. "I'm going to take down the one that's left"

And with that, I pointed the gun to his head and ordered him to step away from the cashier.

He looked shocked - maybe it's because I was in my dressing gown, who knows, but I wasn't going to let him get away.

The bank staff were terrified, I could tell by their screams.

"Don't worry" I reassured in the most authoritative voice I could muster while still keeping the gun aimed squarely between the robber's eyes. "I'm with the police. You're all going to be OK."

It was at that point that the door burst open once more, and 8 armed officers filed in. Talk about nobody else on the job... what did they wake me up for?

But before I could give them their orders, I was knocked to the ground by a pair of men in sleek white coats.

"Ah." I thought, "That's where the 2 other robbers got to."


Schizophrenia is a psychological condition which causes sufferers to believe they are receiving information from external sources when that information isn't there.

This can include the belief that radio signals are being picked up, which was the inspiration for this story.


Fancy a light read? Try this poem.

Or if you really want more about schizophrenia... try this poem.


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      Treathyl FOX 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Your definition of schizophrenia is a great way to prove if a person is just faking the condition.

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      John Crowley 5 years ago from Sheffield

      Thanks folk :-)

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      preservemypics 5 years ago

      Interesting read. I voted up!

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      Becky Katz 5 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Wow, quite a story. My neighbor has this and when she melted down, it was strange. Her mother hated her, she was sure.