I'm not a Psycho

Oh hi! I didn't notice you, I was so busy talking with my friend, roommate, and honorary sister, Esther.

I'm Amara Hart!

Wait, you can't see Esther, can you?

Well, you wouldn't, because only I can.

*Flashback*

"Mr. and Mrs. Hart", the doctor said, sighing. "I'm afraid, your daughter has schizophrenia,"

I didn't know why my parents gasped. And, what was this cheezophena?

"Are you sure?" My mom asked, uncertainly.

"Yes,"

"Are you trying to say my daughter's crazy?" my dad said angrily.

"No no! Of course not. Not every mental illness means crazy. Your daughter has social issues and got depressed. Now her imaginary friend helps her around,"

He further continued, "No medicine can help her. She needs to help herself, that is, if she can. But if she doesn't, it will only worsen,"

"What are they talking about?" Esther asked me.

"I dunno really,"

"Why don't you ask?"

"You ask! Dad seems like he's fuming,"

"They can't see me, remember?"

"Yeah, right,"

I told my parents, "Mom, Dad, what are you talking about," I immediately pointed at Esther. "She asked!"

For some reason, my mom broke down into tears and my dad had a very conflicted expression on his face, almost unreadable. He was looking at me as though I has grown another head.

Later that night, I couldn't fall asleep. So, I came downstairs to take a sip of water, thinking that everyone might be asleep, but I saw my parents arguing.

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE YOUR CHILD ALONE LIKE THAT!"

"I CAN! SHE IS A PSYCHOTIC, MAD PERSON AND CAN DO BAD THINGS TO ME! YOU WANT TO STAY WITH HER, THEN DO SO! I'LL HAPPILY LEAVE YOU ALONE!"

"SHE'S OUR DAUGHTER!"

"Was," my Dad said, and grabbed his suitcase. He walked straight out of the house leaving mom and me alone.

The next day, mom and dad were officially divorced, and I had to bid dad, who didn't even bother to look at me. He totally ignored me.

*Flashback over*

Since that day, Dad never returned.

Life had been tough for me ever since that time. I couldn't get over my dad, and neither could mom. I didn't talk to anyone at school, making everyone think that I was too posh for them.

And my illness just got worse. First it was only Esther, but now, at night, I saw monsters everywhere.

They were screaming at me, scaring me, not letting me sleep. But I never told mom about it because I knew she'd panic.

School was even worse. Somehow, the school bully, Barney, had gotten his hands on my report and told everyone about my condition. Everyone became even more distant from me and started gossiping behind my back.

"Oh look, there she goes with her imaginary friend," they'd mock and jeer.

"Psycho!"

"Mad!"