Hallucinating?

Grey's POV

                      I knew he was there I just knew it, but I couldn't see him, no one else could either but even I can see him I could still feel him and the others. Yes, others there are more of them, all guys.

                   "All part of her imagination," the doctor told my parents after my monthly visit to him. "This just a phase, she feels alone so she has come up with imaginary guys" he told my mom as she cried and my dad tried to comfort her while he held in his own tears. 

                     " Is there any kind of medication that you can prescribe that will help her?" My dad asked softly knowing the answer already but not wanting to know its true.

                   " No, nothing can help her this is all in her head and only Grey can help herself," the doctor said. I knew this conversation because I was standing outside the door listening in on them, I shook my head and held myself down so that I didn't burst into the room and yell at them that this was my doing and that I couldn't help myself. I was 10 then.

I think back to that day often and think to myself that he would never know the feeling of their hands brushing against mine when I'm walking places, the tugs they give my jacket when they don't want me to go somewhere. I guess you could say they are my guardian angels, all of them go with me when I go out of the house. The only thing is that they can't come in my house, thats where the bad ones are, my dark angels. I don't know why I call them mine, it just seems right. They are the ones who whisper in my ears and tell me to do naughty things, last time I listened to them I just about died, but I can't help it the way they sound is so intriguing, almost inviting. They whisper my name and it turns my legs to jello, that's what I want my boyfriend to sound like when or if I ever get one. The bad angels aren't allowed to leave my house so the good angels are glad about that, both good and bad have been with my as long as I can remember.

                     As soon as I wake up the princes of darkness are there whispering in my ear what i should do to day, I let myself listen to them for a bit but I finally shake it off and get out of bed and head to the bathroom where I get into the shower and try to ignore their hands that run along my body, it's hard to but I do. There are some days when I do give in but just for a bit other wise I would be late for school, After my shower I wrap my towel around my body and look at my face in the mirror.

                "Crap," I swear under my breath the bruises are back and worse then ever as well as a few scratches, all clean cuts, nothing messy, no blood, just thin multiple red lines from my jaw line down my collar bone. "Knew I should of cut my nails last night before I went to bed," I lecture myself as I grab the nail clippers and cut my finger nails down to the nub again even if there is nothing to cut. I then headed back to my room holding my towel tight to my body because as always the scamps try to pull it off me, but they never do for they give up as soon as i close my door. They crawl under the door and through the vents but I have learned to ignore them, I can feel their eyes watching me I don't know where they are so I quickly grab a pair of black skinny jeans, a blue sweater and a white v neck and put them on as fast as I can over my thong and bra. Iif I don't the djinn will come and try to take them off. I feel them coming towards me again so I walk slowly with confidence to my huge french doors and I open them up all the way and the fiends scattering looking for even a bit of shadow so that they can hid from the light. This was the part of my morning I enjoy the most being healed by the archangels, I walk out and I lay down on my balcony ignoring the whispers from the princes as they try to convince me to come back inside and close the doors.

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