Disclaimer: There once was a writer savant, Who did only write what she want, Most characters aren't hers, She does not wish demurs, from authors and lawyers that taunt!
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My Earth parents are making me visit a psychiatrist. I don't know how they found out about my "delusions"- they could have overheard a conversation between Adrian and me, I could have been talking in my sleep, or they could have read my journal. Any way it's sliced, I still hate them for it.
I don't blame them for not telling me Nuitari was my father. They most likely didn't know I was from another world. But I still hate them. I hate them for not telling me they aren't my real parents.
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The psychiatrist sits next to me. I don't pay attention to her. Counting the dots on the ceiling tiles is much more interesting. She starts talking. "So, Gwendolyn-"
"My name is Renetari." I interrupt. Can't she at least get my name right?
She checks her clipboard, frowns, and scribbles something down. "Would it be alright if I called you Renee?"
"That's fine."
"So, Renee, when did you stop thinking you were Gwendolyn McCloud?" she inquires.
I want to tell her she's nosy, but it isn't exactly the impression I want to make. No one here believes I'm a goddess. "About two weeks ago."
"And why did you start thinking you are-" she checks her notes, "Renetari?"
"The only person who even remotely believes me is my friend Adrian." My voice is touched with contempt. "Why would you want to hear?"
She taps her pencil on the clipboard. "Gwendolyn- er, I mean Renee- everything you tell me will help accelerate your cure."
"I don't want to be cured." I try to channel the storm-tossed look of my father's eyes into mine. "I don't want to be cured of the truth."
"What is this truth you speak of?"
My eyes narrow. "I am a goddess." I venture a guess at what she writes- "superiority complex", perhaps.
"You don't say." She tries to lure me into offering more information, but I am determined not to give her anything but the smallest shreds of truth
Eventually, she gives up on getting anything more out of me. She scribbles out a prescription, then calls my "parents" in. I hear her say, "She's schizophrenic."
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"Take this little pill, and life will be so mellow. *" I try to collapse the orange plastic bottle with my power hand.
"Hey, Gwen." I hear Adrian's voice, I turn. "What's up?"
I sigh. "Go away, Adrian. You don't want your parents t know you hang out with a schizo."
"Gwen, you're one of the most rational people I know!" he exclaims. "How could you possibly be schizo?"
"My so-called parents forced me to go to the shrink." I allow my head to rest against the glass divider between the classroom and the chem lab. "She prescribed lithium... I think lithium chloride. How that's going to make my situation better, I don't know.
He shrugs. "Class is about to start. You going to be alright, Gwen?"
"I've already got a plan. Oh, Adrian-" I smirk. "The name's Renetari."
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*Number One, written by Tommy Shaw, performed by Styx, Brave New World