I started to write this story on an app on my iPod called Opuss, and then shared it to Pocket Writers.

A sixteen year old girl named Ana Harris is sent a mental institute. She sees and hears dark figures around her, and was diagnosed with schizophrenia at a very young age. Ana believes the figures are real, but unsure if she really is crazy. Her parents won't listen. They believe they're just hallucinations, and the voices are "all in her head." Ana meets a boy named Alex Amar at the institute. She felt sorry hearing about what happened to his parents.

The dark figures follow wherever she goes, she can never get away from them. And it's ruining her life. The medication doesn't stop the voices and the hallucinations. She can't escape them from tormenting her. Ana struggles with a relationship with Alex as these things keep pushing her to kill.


5. Chapter 5

Alex called me over to sit, and pulled a chair out. I dropped down. He saw how tired I was, "Are you ok?" I looked down at the blocks in front of us, what game is he planning to play with me?
He lowered under my view, "Hello?"
I blinked, "What?"
He moved back, "You tired or something?" I moved a little red block with a finger as I replied, "Yeah..."
He sighed and sat back, "Me too."
He looked down where I fiddled with the blocks, building whatever. It came to look more like a tower, so I continued to build it.
He smiled as he watched, "You're not so bad at this." For some reason my cheeks flushed red. I never blushed over a compliment before. I giggled, and then he smiled more. He was so sweet.
I finished building and sat back. He looked at my tower in awe, "Look at that." He leaned around to see me, " I wonder if you can build the Eiffel Tower next." I smiled blushing and looked away, he chuckled a bit too. I never met anyone like him. And with everything that happened in the past, Alex was different. Being with him... never made me feel alone. Not anymore.

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