It's still really early in the day so I can take the morning dose. I grab the medicine and walk to the bathroom. I open the container and grab two pills. I stare at them, then put them in my mouth. I grab my cup of water and take a sip. I put the medicine in the cabinet above the sink. I look at myself in the mirror. I notice someone standing behind me, it's my brother, Noah. "Hi Sky," he greets me. "Hi Noah," I reply slowly. "What's wrong? Haven't seen me in a while?" He asks, tilting his head. "You're dead, this isn't really you, you're just my imagination," I say. "Yes, I may be imaginary but I'm very much real and alive to you," he says devilishly. I shake my head, trying to ignore him, but I can't. "Leave me alone," I beg him. "No, not until you kill me, again," he taunts me. I ignore him and walk into the living room, I plop onto the couch, next to my mom. I look around for Noah, but he's gone. "Is the medicine working so far?" My mom asks. "Yeah, I think so," I say, not mentioning Noah. "That's good," she responds. I nod and stare at the television screen, Noah's words haunting me.