This one... Well, tell me what you all think.

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She's screaming.

She's 3 years old and having an imaginary friend is the coolest thing ever. She names him Jack. He's her best friend and she loves him and even though she can't see him she doesn't care because she can hear him clear as day and that's all that matters.

She and Jack have all kinds of adventures together. Some dangerous, some not. Mummy gets mad though and so eventually it's time for little Lucy to grow up. And when you're growing up she learns that imaginary friends aren't all that cool anymore.

She tries and tries but Jack won't leave. He's always there and it not so fun anymore. He's always talking and she just can't think. For every year she lives, another voice is added o her collection of "friends". It's starting to get crowded in her brain.

Her thoughts are a jumbled mess and she can't tell right from wrong anymore. She can't think with out hearing an opinion that's not quite hers. She can't talk without saying words that never belonged to her.

Her real friends turn to enemies and shes picking them all off with words like knives. She's driving away the people she cares about and it's leaving her hated with love. They all care, but none of them want to get close enough to lend a helping hand because they all know that once they do they'll get burned. It hurts and she doesn't understand, but she does. She'll char them to a crisp and then beg for forgiveness, but they won't know that because all that comes out are harsh words that aren't hers.

The voices in the condemned cage that is her mind are all shouting things that simultaneously contradict and fit so well together. Every one is different yet they are all ultimately the same. She attempts to give them names to sort them out but then they started shouting so loudly that she couldn't tell who was who and who was she and who was no one anymore.

She's drowning in a sea of words and none of them are hers. Invisible hands pull her down and she's learning that the more she struggles the less it helps. She's surrounded in her head and she can't help but feel all alone.

She's screaming and sCrEaMiNg and SCREAMING and no one can hear her because its all in her head- but then again... Maybe it's not. Maybe everyone and no one can hear her but it doesn't matter because little Lucy Weasley can't quite tell the difference between reality and fiction anymore. Perhaps she never could.