Schizophrenic

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Ș̸̨̠̼̺͕̝̯͍̈́͗̀̉c̴̜̱̻̉͒ͅḥ̸͈͎̟̤͍̙̝̊͊̎̊̇͌͘͜͝ì̷̢̫͚̭̦͍̩͇̞̐͛̔̒̀̓̕z̶͕̼͉͎̬̔͝͠o̴̯͕͠͝p̴̺͇̦͎͔̹̻̙̞̓̇́͋̓͌̉̚ḥ̸̛͈̺͚̘̭͕̟̬̐̅̓̔͗ṟ̸̛̣̓͒̃͛͝e̴̥̙̺̔̌͂̕n̴̮͐́̀̾̏í̵͍͔̻̰̭̐̾̀̈́̋͜͝͠a̴̢̛̛̬̯͋̎̾̒̂̊̀ç̶̠̘̙̫̰͇͗̿̉͆̿̓͌͊́͝ͅ I knew her once. She was lonely. She would stay at the edge of the group, but she would never come and talk. People pretended she didn't exist. I knew her. She came to me. She didn't come to anyone else, though. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Day One It was a normal day. I entered the group. I saw her, as usual; nothing strange there. But then she came to me. She wasn't pretty; she wasn't ugly, either. If I saw her and looked away, I wouldn't remember her face clearly. She came to me. She said hello. As if it was an ordinary meeting, one you would have every day. I replied hello. Asked her name. She wouldn't tell me. I wouldn't tell her my name, not until she told me hers. She then laughed; then I blinked, and she wasn't there. I looked around, and she never came back that day. Day Two The next day she was there. The same thing happened - she laughed, and I blinked, and she was gone. Day Three The third day in the group, she wasn't there. I looked and looked, and waited and waited, but she never came. I asked around, and people gave me strange looks. Day Four The fourth day she was back. She seemed urgent, rushed. She told me to go with her. I told her I couldn't, I had my own house to go back to. She seemed scared, and then she left. Day Five She came back to the group. She was even more urgent now. She said that if I didn't go with her, a lot of things would happen that I couldn't control. She said that all I could do was hope. I didn't go with her. Day Six She didn't come back. Day Seven She came back on the seventh day. She told me that I had to go with her, right then. I asked her why, but she wouldn't say. All she said was that I had to follow her or else bad things would happen. I regret my choice. Day Eight The eighth day. Day Nine Another day Day Ten a n o t h e r p r e t t y f a c e . t h a t i s j u s t w h o w e a l l a r e , a r e n ' t w e ? Day Eleven I regretted my choice. The group wasn't safe. I left. I followed her to a dark place. All around me were shadows. She said they were temporary. She said I could get through, if I was strong enough. I followed her into the darkness. I never looked back. Day Twelve d o n ' t t r u s t t h e d a r k . Day Thirteen She told me to follow her. She brought me in to the shadows. If I was strong enough, I would break out. Day Fourteen It was the worst choice I'd ever made. Was I strong enough? I'll leave that for you to decide. Day Fifteen m a y b e w e ' r e a l l j u s t i n o u r o w n i m a g i n a t i o n. Or maybe just some of us. Maybe we're all s c h i z o p h r e n i a c s . or maybe... n o t h i n g i s r e a l . We might just be something one of us has imagined. You might be the only thing that exists. h o w c a n y o u p r o v e o t h e r w i s e ? Or maybe we're all s c h i z o p h r e n i c s . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just don't think to hard about any of the last few days (: