"Arthur, it's been awhile. You've grown so much." My therapist was a young blonde woman with a sweet Belgian accent and a cat like smile that made her look a bit mischievous at times. She was nice and very professional, I took an instant liking to her because she actually listened to me.

"Yes, it has been. I didn't think I would have to come back," I told her. "How rude of you. If you didn't want to see me then you shouldn't have come," she teased. "Mrs. Bella I am always happy to see you." She laughs and pulls out a clipboard. "So how have you been? You've grown handsome but you look stressed. What's going on?" I told her I was just loosing sleep due to insomnia and my brothers got worried. She looked at me suspiciously though.

"I see. Well your brother Aaron said you've been having hallucinations for a while now. How long has that been going on?" I told her I began to get the hallucinations after Alfred's incident. That I had thought it was the medication so I stopped taking them. I told her they went away up until a month ago.

"Can you tell me what you have been experiencing?" I told her that I keep hearing whistling and tapping on my mirror every night. I also told her that I often see my reflection with pink hair and blue eyes. She nodded and looked me dead in the eye.

"Listen, Arthur. I really really really shouldn't tell you this but, I like you. You have been seeing me since you were young for many reasons. I can still remember your mother bringing you for talking about your fairy friends," she said with a soft smile before turning serious again. "I spoke with two brothers two years ago. They were twins and they didn't get along so well so their grandfather brought them in. After their grandfather died they began to experience something very similar to you. This went on for three months until they stopped showing up. I didn't see them again until something in the news caught my attention."

I was now listening intently. I was sure I knew who she was talking about. "It was said that after the school incident, the two brothers disappeared. The same thing happened to another boy I spoke too years ago. Little shy Matthieu used to say someone banged on his closet door. I want you to keep your brothers close and don't stop coming. I'm worried about you right now, Arthur."

I admit I was thrown off. I didn't know what to say or even think. All of those kids disappeared after what I went through. Was I going to disappear too? I began to wonder, did Alfred also hear tapping on his window. Before I left she gave me a notebook. She told me to write everytime something happened. She told Aaron I was too meet with her Tuesdays and Thursdays after school.

...

We were at home and I could hear my brothers talking in the living room. "She said he's going through another phase so we have to keep an eye on him all the time. She said if there wasn't any progress in the next two weeks that she would prescribe medication." "That medication is too expensive. Are you sure she isn't just trying to get our money?" Dylan asked. "It is expensive but if he needs it then we buy it. You've seen how bad he's gotten," Aaron defended.

"This is ridiculous. He was fine without the pills. He doesn't need them, they just make him feel worse," Dylan said. "Aye, that's true." Allistor said. "But guys, Arthur is hallucinating. Either he's doing some really good drugs or something is really wrong with him," Aaron said again. "Let's face it, he wasn't exactly right there ever since he was a kid. Maybe something really is wrong with him." The rest stayed quiet.

...

I admit, ever since I was a kid, I was the odd one out. I used to be friends with fairies and a unicorn. Everyone thought it was just an imaginary phase that I would grow out of, but I never did. I was seven when my mother took me to see a therapist about it.

Bella claimed it may be due to a lack of friends, that I just came up with the idea that I had imaginary magical friends. Even so I was given medication. I stopped seeing my friends though and was even able to make a friend when I was nine and in the fourth grade. His name was Alfred F Jones and he was one of the most annoying kids I ever met... But he was my only friend.

I stopped taking the medication though after the death of our parents. I was eleven, and seventeen year old Allistor swore to watch over us. Things were tough and though I was depressed, I didn't look like a crazy kid anymore. Unfortunately the next year, Alfred began to act up and soon disappeared all together. That was when Aaron decided to get me on my medication again.

I never realized how much money was put into my medication until I stopped taking it. Aaron was skeptic because of my nightmares but I insited the pills were the cause of it. That was when I noticed Allistor struggled less. He wasn't gone all day and we even had more food. Occasionally Aaron would buy take out for dinner and rent a few movies for us to watch. We even got new clothes, something that was rare for us.

I didn't realize how much my mental problems alone took a toll on my older brothers. That's why now I felt awful about it. I was back to square one, and they would have to buy all my medication again and maybe take extra hours to work. I didn't want to be another struggle for them. Growing up, I always thought they were jerks for the way they treated me but, now I saw how much they had done for me. That night, I didn't want to live and that was a big mistake on my part.