"Hey, calm down." Daniel said. "It's alright, I know. I was there. I was what stopped them from hurting you."

I'd just told him all about the experience in the bathroom earlier, and tears were already streaming down my face. Daniel, however, was staring into my eyes with an unreadable expression. He does that sometimes, meaning almost always. I can rarely ever read his facial expression, though I still haven't figured out why. I mean I know him. I know his concerns about me, his hatred of all the school, and family bullies. I know his love for every inch of my body, and of all his past experiences. Daniel may have just been my imaginary friend that never went away, to most people. But, to me, Daniel was as real as the mole on the back of my hand, or as the pillow that still lay under my head. To me, Daniel, was as real as you could get, sometimes I wondered if he was almost too real.

Daniel lifted my chin and wiped the tears off my cheeks, staring straight into my ocean blue eyes, with his coffee brown ones. For awhile, we just stared into each other's eyes, until Daniel broke the silence, with a, "It's all gonna be alright, Cas. I promise. "

I stood up quick, drying my face more and walking over to my reading corner, across the room. "I know, Daniel, it was just another hallucination." I said, looking down at my hands in my lap. "Everything's already a-okay." And with that, I pulled out the nearest book and started reading.

I love to read, despite it being a little harder for me sometimes. I think my mom said, I had dyslexia or something a few years ago, but I couldn't quite remember. I really don't like the idea of diagnosi, and not just because they prove that Daniel isn't real and that he's just a figment of my imagination. No, I don't like the idea that all they really do, is give us a label. They label us because they're terrified of not knowing what's wrong with someone, so they come up with a name. They group people up, based off their symptoms. They set us apart from everyone else, because they're scared of what would happen if they didn't. I hate it. It just makes me feel like there's nobody else in the world who'll ever understand me. I've tried therapists, but they just ask about your labels and once they hear them they "understand entirely what I'm going through" it drives me nuts. 

~~ Timmy Time Skip ~~

"Cassandra? Sweetie, I've been calling for hours, why won't you come down here?" I rolled my eyes at my mother's incompetence. "Dinner's ready, sweetheart."

My eyes flicked from my book to where Daniel was, silently asking for advice.

"Just ignore her. Maybe she'll go away?" He sounded a little unsure, but it sounded good, so I listened. I just kept reading.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"CASSANDRA! OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW AND COME OUT HERE AND EAT YOUR DINNER!" Dang she was getting salty. But there was no way I was ever opening that door. Not under these conditions. I'm very competitive and so when I start something like this, I always win. Always. So, I just shook my head silently, a smile playing at my lips. She could try as much as she wanted, but she wasn't getting into my room anytime soon.

"Cassandra if you don't come out here by the time I get to five, I'm bringing Ezekiel up to unlock this door." Then she started counting. "Five. Four. Three." She paused, clearly not wanting to have to bring my twin brother into this. "Two." I just sat, waiting, impatiently for her to hit one. "One." She said after what felt like an hour. "That's it. I'm going to get your brother."

After a couple minutes I heard footsteps coming closer toward my room. I just kept reading, not really caring if he got through the door. I knew he would, but I didn't care because he wasn't going to do anything. Besides, I couldn't give in. That would make her the winner and that could never happen. Ever.

With a few clicks, Ezekiel had the door open and was standing in my doorway. I didnt have to look to know he was there, I could feel him. But, I kept reading as I heard Daniel reminding me.

"Hey mom?" Zeke looked out the door.

"Yeah?" Mom answered him.

"She's just reading. Why is she so boring that she just reads?"

"Be nice to your sister! She's different than you, but that doesn't make her boring."

I rolled my eyes at my mother's defense. I knew she was trying to help, but she just didn't understand enough to help, you know?

Finally, pretending I hadn't heard anything at all, but rather sensed Zeke, I closed the book and look up.

"Zeke, what are you doing in my room?" I asked, trying to sound as innocent and questioning as I could.

"Dinner." He said, looking at me. "As in it's time for dinner."

"Okay. So why are you in my room?"

"Because you wouldn't come down and eat with us, so mom called me up."

"Is that so? Where is mom then?" I asked, looking around for her.

"In the hallway." He ststed simply before leaving the room.

A/N - okay so I know that's kind of a weird spot to end and I know I haven't updated very much, but I'm working on it. I'm trying. Anywho if you have any thoughts or suggestions you can comment or pm me or whatever.

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