Spelling S.A.N.I.T.Y.

(Small Passage From Chapters.)

“Schizophrenia,”
I honestly laughed to myself, right there and then. I knew for a fact I wasn’t crazy. It had nothing to do with who I was or what I thought. It was all about what I knew.
And to them, I knew way too much.
“Dylan, you’re schizophrenic.”
I nodded, more for the doctor than myself. He just shook his head, pretending to be sympathetic. It wasn’t that he was a bad actor; his performance was nearly flawless. No slip of the tongues, no leads, but then again, it’s obvious that if he wasn’t perfect, if the government thought there was a single doubt in my mind, he’d be slaughtered without trial.
I sighed, rubbing my hands across my face. “Okay, Doc. Thanks I guess.”
“I’ll,” he cleared his throat. “I’ll leave you alone for a moment, let you process things.”
After the door shut behind him, I released the breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding.
I grabbed the pen from the cup sitting at the counter just next to me and rolled up my sleeve.
In handwriting, sloppy as ever, I wrote in thick letters.
I’m not crazy.
I’m just not stupid.
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Dylan Ramous was never one to trust authority. To him, it was all made up to keep them all from the truth.
But then again, Dylan never lived a steady life.
A broken home, an outcast in school, he never knew how to truly be… normal.
In a city of lies, where imaginary childhood companions are old friends, dreams are memories, and today’s date is just a number, Dylan will discover the truth about his dead end town.
Here, normality is essential.
Dylan’s sanity, however, is vital.