...to be continued.

“What’s real anyways?” She says.
“What do you mean by that exactly.”
“Just look. See that?” She points, “We can’t touch it, we can’t feel it. We see it. But how far has eyes ever gotten us?”
“That’s the sky, Mila. It’s here, it’s real and powerful.”
Silence. Hearing footsteps down the hall, if the feet were bare the touch of them to the ground would be amplified through the cracks of the door. She looks down, denied.
“I’m sorry. Seems as if the session is up, next week same time okay for you?” he says as he jots in his little planning pad.
“Time is nothing but an illusion as well, Dr. Murdock. I won’t harm anyone this time. Maybe we will meet again.” She stares him in the eye, him looking back, hers slightly glistening.
“We can’t trust that, I’m sorry. You’ve been ordered to come to me for another month or else. You know the deal, I’m sorry dear. This will get better.”
She walks slowly to the door, “You said that 3 years ago, before my life turned to shit. Goodbye.”

Pull knob tight. Shut. The door to her room is closed and there’s just enough light from her miniature lamp to go write in her journal.

May 16th 1998 11:23 pm
He threw a rock at my window again. I heard it loud and clear. He’s real I know he is. Forget Dr. Murdock, forget what they say. I love him, but what’s his name? There was so much passion tonight, I could feel it in his kiss. His touch, he felt me and only someone physically around can do that. He isn’t made up, we danced. He is all that I live for, he is the only thing that is real to me. Why can no one see that I am happy, even if he didn’t exist shouldn’t that be the only thing that matters? What is living if we will never be happy, if everyone is always telling you that you are just crazy. I don’t even care what is real or made up anymore. It’s just too much effort to care anymore. He is beautiful and I love everything about him and if he is some mad imagination, so be it! I am in love, either with a man or the bliss of my mind.

“Dr. Murdock called this morning Mila, he’s very worried. You seem blank, he says, in your past sessions.”
“No mother. Everything is fine, I’m still going to see him next week, usual time! It was just a bad day yesterday…that’s all…”
She sighs, and sits down next to Mila on the outside patio bench where Mila spends most of her time, gazing into the trees. “Why was yesterday bad honey, please don’t tell me it’s this crazy imaginary boyfriend of yours again getting you down. I mean honestly, you create these little break-ups in your head and you don’t even eat for a week.”
“I told you I don’t want to discuss this with you. You’re so oblivious! Don’t you get it? He’s real to me no matter how schizo you think I am.”
Her mother begins to speak but can’t get the words outs. She walks away and leaves her daughter be.

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“Stop pacing, Richard! What is wrong with you?”
“I’m a fucking psychiatrist who can’t even remember where he has been for two hours.”
“I wish I could have less hours from the firm to understand what you are talking about. If I were home more maybe I could figure out these blackouts of yours. Tell me everything you remember.”
“Darling, don’t blame this on yourself. I’m sorry I am just freaking out. I was at the store buying that organic bread you like, the next thing I know I am walking up the sidewalk two blocks from our apartment complex. Anyways, I’ll get this nonsense to a halt. Right now, just let me soak in the bath.”
“Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Oh how was work?”
He stops walking towards the bathroom and turns around. “No, that reminds me. I have to call a patient of mines mother.”
“…sweetheart. It’s 11:00 at night. You should know better than to call a patient’s MOTHER this late!” She giggles lightly as she heads over to start the bath.
“You’re right” he says loud enough for her to hear. “Yeah I’ll just call first thing in the morning.”