Skitzy

TWO

March 16, 2014

Dear Diary,

I hate Trisha.

She and I fought today again. Trisha insisted our parents are dead, that they've been dead for four years.

And I'll told her she's wrong, I know they're alive.

And she started crying and saying I was there too and I saw the man shoot them. She says I got shot too and it's a miracle I'm still alive.

But she's lying and I know it.

I don't know where they are but they aren't dead I can tell you that.

Trisha has lied so many times to me about everything. About the time of day and whether she and George are dating. About where she's going and that she's even my sister.

So today I slammed the door in her face and she tried banging on it to get me to open up to her.

But why would I open up to someone who only lies?

Fornever yours,

Skitzy

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Trisha's POV

After Skitzy slammed the door in her face Trisha laid for a few minutes on the floor in tears, her blonde hair splayed out tragically on the floor.

A few minutes later, she heard the door open and heard George calling her name.

"Trish! I came as soon as I could. TRISH!" He sounded worried.

"I'm up here." Trisha said weakly.

He ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When he saw her on the floor he picked her up without question. She threw her thin arms around his neck and he carried Trish down the stairs to the couch, placing me there delicately.

"I'll go get you some tea." He said standing up.

"No." Trish whispered. "Stay here."

He looked down at me and sat down on the floor so he could be on level with her face.

"What did Skitzy do?" He asked.

"Well it started when she asked when Mom and Dad were coming back. And then it sort of escalated because I was trying to explain how they've been dead and all she said was 'You're lying you're lying! Twenty says you always lie!'" Her voice was starting to crack. "And then she flew into a rage and flipped over the table before she flew upstairs to her room and now...."

"She flipped the dining room table???" George's deep brown eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah she did. And she's only getting stronger. She's said yesterday that Zarok wanted her to set the house on fire once but she didn't cause she couldn't find the matches."

George put his face in his hands and let out a small groan.

"I'm sorry George." She said, as she felt her throat tighten.

At that he took his hands away from his face, grabbed her small pale hands and looked her dead in the eyes.

"Are you listening to me Trish?"

Trish nodded curtly.

He continued. "You must never ever apologize for anything Skitzy has ever done do you understand me? First of all, she can't help it. Second of all, it's worth all the stress and anxiety and bruises and scratches and teeth marks to be with you."

She flashed him a smile. "George, I...."

He put his index finger on my lips to silence me. "I'm not done yet. For your safety, I'm going to tell you again. You need to send Skitzy to a group home."

"George I can't! I swore to my parents I'd take care of her and I can't just send her a way like a pig for slaughter!" Trish said, her voice rising.

George just looked me in the eye and said calmly. "Sometimes loving someone is letting them go."

"Skitzy won't be able to take it out there!" Trisha said. "She's my sister!"

"They'll be able to help her there Trish!" George said, as calmly as he could muster.

"It'll only be worse!" Trish said.

"One summer Trish. Just try it for one summer. And you can take her away after that." He insisted.

Trish was silenced by that comment. One summer. One summer she could spend not worrying about the psych ward bills. One summer of not worrying about trying to please Skitzy's friends. One summer she could actually spend with George without it turning into a psychiatric session.

One summer.

"You know what, maybe I should....." Trish said barely above a whisper.

"It's for the best, Trish." He said. "I know a really nice one in Wyoming."

Trish turned to look at him abruptly. "Wyoming?"

George nodded. "Exactlly. Isolated, and contained. The people there know what they're doing. I already called about Skitzy and they told me she'd be safe in their hands." He bent down and took Trish's hand. "So could we try?"

Trish smiled, this time like she used to before. "We can try."

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A\N: Sorry that A) this is late and B) not editted too well. Stay tuned!

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