Imaginary friend .PART 2

She looked up at her psychiatrist for a while before asked for help from her,screaming at the top of her lungs causing Mrs.James to jolt right up and run towards her patient."Make him stop".she shouted before covering her damp face in her hands and sobbing. It was painful for Mrs.James to see such a beautiful girl this broken. Her blue eyes looked dull, maybe even more than before. Her brown hair cascading through her shoulders looked messy. Her smile had vanished and now all she wore was a frown Mrs.James was disappointed on fate. She was enraged because once a beautiful. bright girl had now been turned into such a helpless, devastated female. It had been two whole years since she had started her therapy sessions yet there had been no improvements. She was getting worst and that was what Mrs.James feared because if she doesn't get any better than he might have to be transferred into an asylum.
"How is she Wanda?"Margaret,Charlotte's mother asked Mrs.James as hope was laced in her voice.
"No. No improvements at all Margaret! None at all. She's getting worst. We had to inject her with an anti-psychotic because she was having a panic attack".Wanda sighed in frustration. Margaret looked at her daughter who now had been asleep on the couch. Her eyes kept twitching , indicating that she was dreaming. She looked peaceful and that was what Margaret had wanted her daughter to be, peaceful and cheery and gleeful like all the seventeen year old girls are but fate had other plans. Margaret's feet lad her to her daughter and she hoisted her daughter up to take her home as she wasn't heavy since her a low appetite and a lanky body.
"What?"Charlotte asked the boy who did just thing stare."Leave me alone you wit". Charlotte snapped but he sat there, still like he was glued to the floor, his eyes boring into her making her nervous.