Dear Diary:

Lizzie visits me in my dreams.

It hurts my heart when I wake up in a Lizzie-less world.

I miss her so much.

Dear Diary: 

The Barbie Dolls finally let me out of the prison cell-- excuse me, hospital room.

They strapped me in a wheelchair and pushed me to another hospital room.

My happiness deflated.

It was a white room, not a speck of dirt anywhere.

Sat behind a desk was a smiling woman.

Tan skin and bouncy black curls and twinkly brown eyes.

"Hello."

Her voice is smooth and sweet, like honey.

"I am Dr. Mandella Wilson."

I huff and turn away, my back now facing her.

"I understand you've had a troubling life. But I believe I can help you."

I snort. No one can help me.

Dr. Wilson continues.

"First, will you tell me your name?"

My guard slips. "You already know from the files they gave you."

Dr. Wilson smiles. "While that may be true, I would rather you see me a friend, instead of some cold-hearted, robotic doctor. When you are ready to trust me, that is where the healing begins."

"I don't like my name."

Dr. Wilson is undeterred. "Then please tell me what you wish to be called."

I pause for a moment. No one's ever given me this choice. I finally relent. "Lizzie."

Dr. Wilson frowns a little. "That does not seem like the best choice. I understand that your... problems are all connected to this name."

I don't flinch. "You asked me what I want to be called. That's what I want to be called."

Dr. Wilson's frown deepens. "Please choose another. When you are ready, I will call you that, if you still wish."

I roll my eyes. "It."

Dr. Wilson cocks her head. "Pardon me?"

"Then I want to be called 'it'." 

Dr. Wilson rubs her temples. "Ay, ay, ay."

I allow myself a small grin of satisfaction. 

Score:

Crazy hospital patient, 1.

Dr. Mandella Wilson, 0.