“Jamie! Look at me,” said Mr. Kaynolds.
The ravishing fairy outside the window about my size of my thumb and leaves down her skirt was far more interesting than those stupid psychiatric pictures.
“What do you see?” Mr. Kaynolds raised a photo of somebody’s silhouette raising his or her hands in victory.
Sighing, I slumped in my chair. “Some person in front of an ocean.”
“Nothing… else?”
The fairy flew through the window and stuck her tongue out at Mr. Kaynolds.
“No. Nothing else.” I’ve learned how to lie. It reduced the assumption of the degree of my lunacy.
At the age of 7, I had finally been branded a lunatic, transferring from hospital to hospital. Apparently, I was putting myself and everyone else in jeopardy.
When I was 10, I was finally old enough to be thrown into a juvenile ward.
I was now 15, and I was still here.
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Jamie
FantasyAll his life, Jamie has been seeing things that no one else could see. Gnomes, elves, fairies, and all sorts of creatures. At a very young age, his sight cost him his freedom. His sight put him in dangerous situations, so dangerous, his parents deci...
