A man came to see me a few days later. Jin still hadn't come back. "Are you here to tell me something about Jin?"

"No," he replied. He wore a white lab coat with the words 'Doctor Troy, Psychiatric M.D.' written on the front. "I'm here to ask you a few questions and check your health. To see why you're hearing these voices." His voice was calm and gentle. He took a piece of paper from a folder he'd been carrying. "It says here that you told Michelle the voice laughs at you and calls you names."

"Yes, sir."

"And what kinds of names does it call you?" Dr. Troy stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Most of the time, It doesn't call me anything. It only laughs in my face, kicks me while I'm down." I closed my mouth, the corners curving down, closed tightly.

"But when it does call you names, what does it call you?" he asked again.

"'Bitch, whore, slut; you should be dead, everyone hates you anyway.' Heard It this morning, the last time It spoke to me." Tears welled up in my eyes, wanting to fall. But I pushed them away.

Michelle placed a hand on my shoulder. "Honey, I'm sorry." Her voice seemed sympathetic. "She doesn't care for you; no one does. That's why Jin left."

"That's not true!" I stood from my seat, tears streaming slowly down the side of my face. I sat back down, cupped my head in my hands. "That's not true," I sobbed.

Dr. Troy spoke, "What's not true?"

"Yes, it is." I stared. "'That's why Jin left.' Jin left because of me. He doesn't care. She doesn't care." I felt Michelle's hand on my shoulder again.

"That's not true," I heard her voice say.

I brushed my hand against my shoulder, knocking her hand off it and stood up. "No! It's true!" I yelled, turning towards her. She brought her hand close to me and I shoved it away. "Don't touch me!" I ran, sobbing. No idea where I was going.

I found myself in a corner, in the mirror room. Angry tears streaked my face. I needed Jin, my savior, my son. He was the only one who could comfort me. But he didn't care. He didn't.