Deceptive

I knew that I should have been back in the waiting room where they told me to be, but I was anxious to hear what they were saying about me. I pressed an ear up against the cold, hardwood door.

"...in her head. This boy, this new friend of hers, is a coping method for the loss of her brother. I'd say it's schizophrenia," I heard Kathy say.

"And is there anything to help her, well, get back in touch with reality?" My mom asked hesitantly.

I wasn't crazy.

"Encourage her to make new friends. Real ones." Kathy replied. I rolled my eyes.

Why can't they see him?

"Lets go back to the waiting room." Alyn whispered in the ear that wasn't eavesdropping. I stood up and faced him. He was looking back at me with a sad smile. His green eyes were filled with sorrow as he grabbed my hand and took me to the other room.

He's right here. How can they not see him?