"What- what do you mean that she's just a side effect? She can't be! She was in my life, she went to school with me. She's your daughter! I see her everyday and-" I pushed Joohyuk aside and ran up the stairs towards Emily's room.
It was situated at the end of the hallway to the right, and as I burst through the door I was ready to greet Emily with open arms. I was ready to smile at her and say I love her loudly. I was ready to jump on her bed and hold her and ask her the questions I wanted to ask her. She would answer them, and everything would be solved.
Everything would be Ok. But nothing was, I opened the door and saw the beige walls instead of the wall painted with the strokes and colors of a sunset. I opened the door, and saw boxes instead of furniture. There was no bed, no shelf, no desk. No Emily.
"I'm sorry Taehyung, but i think the side effect of the depression pills I gave you must have worn off." Joohyuk said as he stood in the doorway, staring at my shocked body and waiting for me to digest and accept the fact that Emily was merely my imagination.
"Here's my theory, since you had overdosed on the pills the first time you took them, you body must have gone through a lot of shock, therefore it created illusions. You kept taking these pills afterwards and that must have been why your illusions never went away. But since you stopped..." He stopped talking as he watched my body crumble to the floor. Tears fell down my face and made contact with the floor.
"So she's not real." I said quietly, not even a whisper. I felt a lump begin to develop in my throat, making it difficult to breathe and speak. Warm trickles of tears made their way down my cheeks and fell to the floor. My chest ached, my heart ached. It felt as if two merciless hands had just torn my heart apart on the spot. I brought my right hand to clutch my chest, squeezing it and punching it repeatedly hoping for the pain of my heart being torn to shreds would disappear.
Tears clouded my vision as I began to sob. She's not real, she was just a figure of imagination. An illusion that my mind created due to the shock of my overdose. An illusion that I just so happened to have fallen in love with.
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Fanfiction"Where are you now that my world is grey again?" how does one cope with a mental illness? does therapy actually help? or is it the pills that are doing most of the work? or maybe its a girl, that one magical girl who brings colour into your boring g...
