I know she's real. I know I'm not delusional. I know that they are all wrong. Madoka Kaname does exist - and not just in my imagination.
For years my parents have been telling me otherwise. They've taken me to countless psychologists in the past 11 years. I refuse to give up, though. She's too real to be a hallucination; I feel her tucking me in every night, straightening my tie as I get ready for school, and smoothing down the hair that sticks up at the back of my head. Most importantly, I feel her in me. If Madoka Kaname isn't real, then I don't think that I can be either.