I opened my eyes and was staring at the same four walls that I have been staring at since my parents realized I was still talking to Bianca. It only scared them more when they realized the second life I had created. A one with Imogen being dead, and Bianca being hidden, and Darcy being around. They immediately sent me to DePaul(1) and I have been here for three years. My friends immediately told my mom when I flipped out and tried explaining to them that Bianca was there when she wasn't. She had (apparently) been dead for at least three years. Imogen (who apparently was alive and well) hadn't died and somewhere in my mind I had made up that she had, I must really be crazy. The doctor came in, I didn't like her she was always telling me I was crazy and giving me new medicine that didn't help at all. I still hear Imogen's voice, or Bianca's since Bianca is the one that died... I don't know. My mind is just really confusing and I don't what to do about it. The pills they have me taking only make my mind more scrambled than it is, I would happily stop taking them but they put something in your food here that makes you fall asleep and they give you your medicine while your knocked out. They do it so no one fights. Pretty good idea I guess. There are people here crazier than me. Apparently hearing your dead best friends voice in your head is actually a minor situation.

"Good afternoon Clare, how are you feeling this afternoon?"

My answer was a shrug. I don't really talk much. Too lost in my thought, my crazy thoughts. She sighed.

"Clare we are only trying to help you. We know you probably feel trapped here, but we would like nothing more than to have you get better so you can leave. But in order for that to happen you must cooperate."

I sighed. "Fine. I feel fine."

"You must also be truthful. How do you really feel?"

"What would you like for me to say? I said I feel fine. Cant you just be happy?"

"Not if your not being truthful. How are we supposed to help you if you wont let us know what you need.. how you feel?"

"Crazy! I feel crazy. I am stuck in a mental institution!"

She smiled. "Now was that so hard? Believe me, it is perfectly normal to feel that way..."

"Why? Because I am crazy? Is that what your getting at?"

"No... You have lived through a traumatic experience. It was bound to leave something behind."

I stayed silent. I felt crazy. I just wanted to leave.

"Do you still hear Bianca?"

I shook my head no. I hadn't heard Bianca since they gave me the new medicine.

"What about seeing? Have you seen her?"

I shook my head no again. Another thing that has stopped since the new and, in the doctors opinion, improved medicine. She smiled... why was she always so happy? Smiling always.. even when I give bad news like "Yeah I saw Bianca last night. We talked for about an hour." I had told her that my second night here and she just smiled and said "Don't worry Clare, you're on your way to recovery. We're gonna get through this, together okay." She always saw the bright side of things and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the reason it annoyed me so much was I used to be able to do that... not since B died though. God I hated this place. It brought out the worst in me. I had no visitors. I had wondered about that at first but no one would explain it to me and slowly I learned to accept it. So I hadn't seen any of my friends since I got checked into DePaul and had no cantact (they take your phone when you first get here.) with them since then either.

"I have good news!"

"What's that?" I asked, most the time her good news was "I found this new medicine that is sure to help."

"If you be good and your progress continues... you will be out of here in about a month or so."

Huh. That was good news. I didn't show it though. Her smile faltered.

"I though... I thought you would be happy."

Oh believe me I was... I just... since I had been 'crazy' I had forgotten how to smile. So I simply forced something that felt like a smile (it was probably more like a grimace though) and said.

"I am." and turned away from her. She took that as her cue to leave. So I was left alone and just simply sat and stared at the four walls I had grown accustomed to.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I had writers block on this story.. so sorry! PLEASE REVIEW! Bye now. (1) DePaul is the name of an institute I have heard of that is for people who are "A danger to themselves and others."