Imaginary

Full summary: Kori Anders is a 21 year old girl suffering from schizophrenia, and has
moved to Gotham City with her older brother, Ryan. Just coming from a mental asylum,
she's still trying to figure what is real and what isn't. Richard Grayson, Gotham's playboy
just happens to meet her and falls for her. Will he love her through everything and try to help her get cured? Or will he leave her like almost everybody else because of her disease?

Couples: RichKori, GarRach, VicKaren. RyanBarbara.

Imaginary
If only you knew,
But you'd never know,
These feelings that I feel.
Are unbearable, tormenting, unreal.
No words can justify it.
To have your sanity
Ripped from you.
Leaving you to questioning
Questions never to be answered
But only by more questions.
Are you real, am I real?
Imagination never ending.
Having conversations,
Between me and I,
Never I and you.
But who am I, Who are you?
I see you there,
I hear your voice.
No one else see's you standing there.
Then you slowly disappear,
But only to reappear once more.
Oh, only if you truly knew
The torment of sanity then insanity,
Reality verses imagining,
The feeling of being a fool.
Then again, do I even know?
Those feelings I might only imagine.
Am I an I? Are You a You?
Only real things feel real pain,
And we're still wondering if we're existing.

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"Ma'am, Ma'am you have a visitor, wake up. Miss,"

A hand grabbed the fragile sleeping girl, "Miss" The girls emerald eyes shot open, "Ye-yeah?" she stuttered out, still trying to wake up. "You have a visitor," the nurse replied leaving the white, window barred room. A tall, well built man walked in afterwards with bright red hair and the same green eyes. "Hey kid, I'm getting you out of here."

The girl stopped breathing for a second. "What do you mean? I-I don't want to leave. I'm safe here Ryan, I'm safe. No one can harm me," she spat out, shaking and scratching at her arms, tears forming in her eyes. Ryan sat down in the tiny wooden chair next to the small desk. The room she was staying in was so dull, no colors, just white. A white bed, a white wooden chair, and a white desk. How could anybody stand it? To be locked in a room only to come out to eat, or maybe for a privileged walk, and to have to look out of a barred window every day of your life. Ryan didn't understand why she would want to stay. "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you," he reached out to touch her arm, "I love you Kori. You're safe with me."

"Come home."

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Note: I'm sorry the first chapter is kind of short, but please review! I would write more but I have a lot of other things to take care of. When I wrote the poem at the top, It made me want to write this story.

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