Schizophrenia.

Tomorrow is today.

I wake up to my mother screaming.

"Mm, Mom?" I sit up slowly and look around.

Midnight was still asleep, on my lap.

"A CAT! CAT! CAT! AH!!"

I look at Midnight. I nod.

"Yes, mom. This is a cat." I say, calm.

She rolls her eyes, a stern, mean look on her face. "You know how I feel about cats."

"You hate them.." I sigh. I look down.

"UGH JUST GET IT OUT!" She throws her hands up in the air and leaves my room, stomping downstairs angrily.

Midnight was waking up slowly, like an angel, her eyes slowly widening. She stretches and licks her paws, and I watch in awe.

"You aren't going anywhere, Midnight." I hear my phone ring.

I stand up and walk to my phone.

"Oh no, she's getting the phone!"

"Oh no! OH NO!"

"Stop! They hate you. "

I pick up the phone.

"Put it down. Now!!"

I answer it. "Hello?"

"Did you forget?" Josh's happiness was heard in his voice.

"Forget?" I ask.

"So you did forget!"

"Forget about what, Josh?"

"Tonight."

"Oh...no. I didn't forget. You were just being an idiot." I laugh quietly. He chuckles.

"So..." He says after a while.

"So." I plop down on my bed.

"I miss you. Kinda." I mutter, and it was true. His presence made me happy.

I can practically hear his smile through the phone. "I would miss me too." He teases.

I shake my head and grin. "It's like your my medicine." I whisper.

"How so?"

"When I talk to you, the voices go away.

But the funny thing is, Josh,

It only works when I'm talking to you."

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Later that night, I was in all black apparel. Because, cemeteries..and stuff.

Midnight looks at me from under my bed, her green eyes shining. "I'll be back soon." I lace up my sneakers. I walk to the cemetery and see Wyatt sitting on a bench. I walk to him.

"He's going to eat you. Run. You'll die in a cemetery. Hah!" The voice sounded like my mother.

I look at him. "Hi." I smile slightly and shove my hands in the pocket of my jacket.

He looks up at me. "Hey!"

I hear Bridget talking on the phone as she walks in the cemetery. "Hey guys." She had a box under her arm. A oujia board.

She sets it down and sits next to Wyatt.

"A oujia board? I used to play with those." Wyatt grabs the box. Josh slams the gate behind himself, throwing his hands up in the air, making a dramatic entrance. I laugh.

"A oujia board. Classic." He sets it up.

We sit in a circle and place two fingers on the planchete. After greeting the 'spirit', we sat in silence.

Who should ask first?

"What's your name?" Josh asks.

R-U-N.

I swallow the fear. "W-what? What's your name?"

R-U-N. The planchete moves quickly.

Wyatt screams and Bridget scoffs.

"Calm down guys, it's just a game." She rolls her eyes. I gulp, trying not to seem cowardly.

"Why should we run?" I ask.

D-I-E.

"We should stop this, you guys." Josh looks at the three of us, a worried look on his face.

I begin to move my fingers, but Bridget grabs my hand. "Scaredy cat!" She snorts.

I move my hand and she lets go.

The wind blows and I look at Josh. He was scared. I could tell. I grab his hand and hold it in mine.

Wyatt moves his hand, so does Bridget.

But the planchete continues to move.

N-O-T R-E-A-L.

Not real?

L-E-A-V-E.

So we do, leaving the oujia board and running for our lives.

I make it to my house and run upstairs quickly.

Midnight was asleep. I crawl into bed and think about everything that just happened.

This isn't R-E-A-L.