"He paces, paces, paces. He sits at the dinner table talking to himself, laughing. He doesn’t seem to know where he is or who else is there.” Mother’s eyes teared up. “He’s so ill. He needs to be in a hospital."
My younger brother Paul was more than a "schizophrenic." He was a brother, a son, and above all, a person that my eight siblings and I loved. My family had lived with Paul's condition for years, and had grown used to his strange stories and sometimes frightening behavior. It wasn't until his care -- and his treatments for lung cancer -- started taking more and more of my attention that I realized his story demanded to be written.
Shot in the Head is my literary debut.