It's All Lies, Darling.

3. The Boy

Chapter III

• The Boy •

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// KIMBRIELLA'S POV.

"I don't need those." I tell my mother as she begins to hand me my white pills. The white pills were to help my hallucinations; the green for the headaches; the blue for sleep. Though the green and blue helped only a little, the white did nothing whatsoever. I found it pointless to drug myself for nothing.

"Kim, please take them," my mother ushers tiredly, pushing them closer to me.

"No."

She gives me a sharp look and sets the pills on the table in front of me. "Kimbriella Jade, I do not have time for this. You need to take these pills. You need to get better."

"You're very ignorant, you know," I tell her. I see a flash of warning in her eyes but I proceed with my point. "Dr. Hallowell even said I'll never get better. I'm afraid to tell you this, dear Mother, but those pills do not work."

"Kim, quit using that smartass tone with me. Take the damn pills and let's go."

Mom snatches her keys and hitches her purse back up on her shoulder before storming out to get to the car. I roll my eyes and look at the two useless pills before I scoop them into my hand and carry them to the toilet, where I flush them down and grab my coat afterwards.

I pass by my sister, Gabby, in the hall and glare to her as she passes. I guess you could say I never liked Gabby, honestly. The way she was so unsympathetic towards me, how she was bitterly annoyed with my disorder. She was so envious of me, as I was to her. Here she was, jealous of the needless attention that I receive after a meltdown, and here I was, jealous of how normal she was.

She didn't hear voices; she didn't see things. She could sleep peacefully throughout the night without a single night terror; she could even have good dreams. With all that's happened, it's hard to believe good dreams even existed.

She thinks I have these 'fits' for attention; that I make this all up. But I assure you that I don't. God, why would I even want to? The damn things that make me paranoid every second don't deserve to even come to mind. I wouldn't make them up if they didn't already exist.

"Kim, would you hurry up?" Mom calls angrily as she clutches the steering wheel in her fists. Even though you would think my mother would cherish me and treat me nicely 24/7, you'd be wrong. Gabriella is actually her favorite of us girls. Ryland is her number one though. My father, well, I think he likes me pretty well. He wishes I wouldn't share my hallucinations sometimes, but he asks. So, why not tell him? I'm not going to lie.

I climb in the car and we all drive off to the super market while Ryland and my father continue to work at home. We ran low on groceries, which are pretty important, I guess you would say. Gabby never stops eating so the junk food is the first to go. Fatass....

As soon as we pull into the parking lot, Gabriella's already scoping the place out for guys, with her fancy little cell phone in her hand. I didn't have a phone. I'm too crazy to have friends, apparently.

We climb out and Gabby takes off for the stand with male employees, all looking around eighteen. I shake my head at her as I follow closely behind my mother.

Just then she stops and turns around, putting her hands on my shoulders and giving me a little smile before she says: "If you see anything, honey, just remember that it's not real. Okay? There's nothing to be afraid of."

I could say a lot of things to her right now. But I just grin and nod.

"Okay." she leers, putting an arm around me as we began searching for the items on the list.

"Honey, could you go get the sugar? It's right over there, by the Popsicles."

I look over, my eyes catching the bright colors of the delicious, icy treats. I turn to my mother with pleading eyes. I didn't even have to say anything for her to know what I wanted.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, "Fine. One pack."

I cheer and skip over to the Popsicles like a child and grab a pack from the top. There were ten different flavors inside - well, ten different colors. I'm sure they all tasted the same. They always do.

"Need help?"

I turn in shock to find a guy around my age, maybe a little older, standing behind me and packing away the sugar.

Was he talking to me?

I turn and look around to see if there was anybody else that he could be talking to, but there wasn't anybody else around. As I hear him begin to chuckle, I turn back to him.

"Me?" I point to myself.

He nods. "If you're the pretty girl holding the Popsicles, then yes."

I turn and look around again.

He then barrels out with laughter and says: "Yes, I was referring to you."

"Oh," I giggle. I could feel my cheeks flush slightly as I struggle to get a grip on the box. No one has really talked to me outside of my family. I guess since we moved halfway across the country that I didn't look crazy, and that I looked normal. I felt a rush of happiness come over me and before I knew it, a wide smile was disposed onto my face.

"What's your name?" he asks me.

"Kimbriella- or Kim. I guess it's easier to say that than Kimbriella."

He grins. "I think that's a beautiful name,"

"Thank you." I blush. A little boy sitting on a box behind the guy I was talking to caught my eye. He sat innocently and watched me, looking shocked and bashful that I had spotted him. The more I looked at him, the more he resembled the guy I was talking to.

So I decided to ask: "Is that your little brother?"

He gave me a weird look and turned around, then turned back to me. "Who are you talking about?"

"That boy sitting over there. He looks a lot like you."

I watch his face grow more and more confused, and even I started to feel a little weird.

"What does he look like?" he asks quietly.

"He's sort of pale, and has bright blue eyes, like yours. Light brown, wavy hair. He's wearing a brown sweater. How can you not see him? He's right there," I point almost right beside him. The little boy looks up to him, but the guy still had no idea what I was talking about. And when he turned back, his blood draining his face, I realized what was happening.

Shit.

"I-I...." I stutter, swallowing down a lump in my throat, "Never mind. I should be going,"

I push past him, feeling tears rising in my eyes as I yelled at myself silently in my head. I am so, completely stupid. I shouldn't have even said anything -- I should've known right when he said he couldn't see anyone. These damn hallucinations are fucking up my life, and I can't even control them. I just want this all to stop...

"Wait! Kimbriella!" I hear him call. I turn around reluctantly, trying to hide and wipe away the tears that had fallen. He catches up, and I could still see that shock smothering his expression.

I wait for him to say something, wanting so badly to just run away again. But he pulls out his wallet, and flips through some pictures he had inside, landing on a particular one. He hands it to me without speaking at first so I could study the image.

"Did he look like that?" he asks in a whisper.

In the photo was the same little boy I had saw sitting on the boxes. I could feel the air inside my lungs deflate as I looked at the boys innocent expression.

I look up to him and nod.

"That was my little brother." he hazily says. "He died in a car crash when he was six."

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