I'm not crazy I'm not.
I'm 17 I have brown hair and green eyes and I'm called Jess.
I see dead people. my dad died when I was 9 in a fire. we all got out other than him. it's hard but we see it through.
I relive that night all the time I sleep and wake up seeing the fire and having to fight my way through the fire.
I hate it I can't deal with it. I'm not crazy I'm not.
Now I'm going to see a therapist.
Great.
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THE THERAPIST {Ashton Irwin}
Fanfiction@biranmaayan made the cover. Disturbed girl falls for her therapist. After she's hospitalised does he feel the same?