-Chapter Two: Imaginary-
(Sage's POV)
I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me
I looked up from my book at the Mexican girl that had been sitting with me lately. It was mid November, I figured I might as well learn her name. "Hey, who are you?" I asked in my normal direct voice. She looked at me, like she didn't know I could talk. "Miranda. You?" she asked me. Woah. That's a first. Usually when I talk to someone, they go away. I like it like that. I'll just have to try harder with Miranda.
Where the raindrops As they're falling tell a story
It begun to storm. Even better. I looked out the window, then back at Miranda. "Sage. So, what's your deal?" I asked her. "What do you mean, 'what's my deal?'" she asked me. So there was actually someone who didn't know? Amazing. "Why are you sitting with me, Miranda?" I asked. "Why shouldn't I?" she countered.
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me
"Because I'm clinically insane," I answered honestly. Her eyes grew about five sizes. "Really?" she asked. I nodded. "Yup. My parents don't have the money to send me to a real institution, so they sent me to high school. "You don't seem insane," she said. She wasn't going anywhere. "I get triggers. Something's set me off and I just go inside my own little world.
Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos - your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge The nightmare I built my own world to escape
"I wish sometimes that I didn't come back from my little space outs. My world is a lot better than this one," I told her. She nodded. "It's not hard. This place sucks. So.. When you, like, have your black outs or whatever, what happens?"
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me
"Well, I hear voices, you know. My parents think it's because of the loneliness. My best friends abandoned me right around the time that I started hearing them. I can just have a conversation with myself for hours, it's weird, you know?" I told her. She nodded, though she seemed to be considering this deeply. "Can it happen to anyone?" she asked. "Yeah, schizophrenia can happen to anyone, why?? (Miranda's POV)
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light
"Because I think it'd happening to me.." I told Sage.
I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay Where the wind will whisper to me
I looked up from my book at the Mexican girl that had been sitting with me lately. It was mid November, I figured I might as well learn her name. "Hey, who are you?" I asked in my normal direct voice. She looked at me, like she didn't know I could talk. "Miranda. You?" she asked me. Woah. That's a first. Usually when I talk to someone, they go away. I like it like that. I'll just have to try harder with Miranda.
Where the raindrops As they're falling tell a story
It begun to storm. Even better. I looked out the window, then back at Miranda. "Sage. So, what's your deal?" I asked her. "What do you mean, 'what's my deal?'" she asked me. So there was actually someone who didn't know? Amazing. "Why are you sitting with me, Miranda?" I asked. "Why shouldn't I?" she countered.
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me
"Because I'm clinically insane," I answered honestly. Her eyes grew about five sizes. "Really?" she asked. I nodded. "Yup. My parents don't have the money to send me to a real institution, so they sent me to high school. "You don't seem insane," she said. She wasn't going anywhere. "I get triggers. Something's set me off and I just go inside my own little world.
Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos - your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge The nightmare I built my own world to escape
"I wish sometimes that I didn't come back from my little space outs. My world is a lot better than this one," I told her. She nodded. "It's not hard. This place sucks. So.. When you, like, have your black outs or whatever, what happens?"
In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me
"Well, I hear voices, you know. My parents think it's because of the loneliness. My best friends abandoned me right around the time that I started hearing them. I can just have a conversation with myself for hours, it's weird, you know?" I told her. She nodded, though she seemed to be considering this deeply. "Can it happen to anyone?" she asked. "Yeah, schizophrenia can happen to anyone, why?? (Miranda's POV)
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light
"Because I think it'd happening to me.." I told Sage.