'I'm not crazy. No, not crazy. Not crazy.' the thoughts jumble in my head. It's almost as if nothing even exists anymore. I touch my hand. Am I imagining that too? No, this isn't happening. It's all in my head. A knock on my door. "Come in," I peep. It feels like spiders are crawling out of my mouth every time I speak. Slowly, he waltzes his way in, giving me a concerned smile. "Still hallucinating?" He asks. I nod. "I'm sorry. I wish there was something more I could do." "You couldn't anyways," My reply is soft and raspy, my eyes wide as I rock back and forth on the floor. "And why not?" "You're not real, either." -------- Contains graphic language and scenes of abuse. Read at your own discretion and do not report. Recommended 18+. [Sorry I changed the description; still the same story and all, but just a better idea of it lol] i love you all bb
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