What?

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"What?" I shout. My mother and father sit at dinner table, trying to coax me into going to a mental hospital. 

"Honey its for your own good!" My mother says and smiles at me. 

"For my own good?!?! I have schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and anxiety! They can't help me! No one can!" I shout and run up to my room. I throw open the door lay on my bed. My sister comes in and perches next to me on the bed. 

"Don't worry, I am real, you don't have to listen to them! Run away! It will help you escape" she says. 

"I don't know if I can take this anymore! My head is spinning with thoughts and questions and I just want to give up, you understand that don't you?" I say and look at her. My mother and father say shes not real, that she is just a figment of my imagination. But she looks so real and feels so real. They say she's just a made up reminisce of my dead sister lily. But no. To me she is real and I will listen to her! But then my parents come into my room. My sister shakes her head in disbelief and scoots over when my father almost sits on her. 

"Are you talking to Lily again?" my mother says and holds my hand in hers. 

"She's not real!" my father says. I stand up, anger spreading throughout my body. Each bone wanting to leave this place. 

"She is real to me!" I scream. I look out my window and see her standing there. Her look beckons me to come with her. 

 

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