not many people are as lucky as me. I'm one of the only. yes, I may be locked up in a mental hospital but I know who I "imagine" is real. her names Julie. Julie's my little sister who died a few days after I was born. she has thick red hair, like me. and her eyes are brown just like mine. "gwen" I would hear her call my name sometimes. "I need you" she would say. wanting a friend to play with. oh how much I love julie. the only person who would ever believe me. I mean, c'mon! I'm 10 years old but I'm really not a idiot! I'm smart which is a reasonable explanation on why my parents shouldn't have sent me to coly reas mental center. its me and a few other kids. but looking around, I know I don't belong. the other kids have scars and bruises on where they self harmed. I never self harmed my self so why am I here? I have no idea. but julie and I always have a blast. julie never goes to sleep though. I don't understand why. its just like a word that's not in her vocabulary. she does like when I sing though. shell sometimes crack a smile which I don't see very often. but ya know what? we both have one thing in common: we hate people in general.
Thoughts? Comments? This is my first chapter I guess but its x10 short. I started off really short because the next chapter is going to be some where in the future. Covers would be nice ;D .10 reads and 2 votes for the next chapter? love~~ayoocatt