[ WP ] Incorporate the cliche `` Is anyone out there ? '' but then twist the story so that the phrase is completely reimagined .

First writing post. Here goes. ( It turned out more meaningful than I intended. Potential trigger warning: depression, suicide ) 
 
 I squatted in my closet, quite as can be when I heard it. The tapping came, louder tonight than ever before. I've been in my closet for hours now, afraid of what could be on the other side of my window. 
 
 I waited, but the tapping did n't stop. I shut my eyes and covered my ears, but it only got more persistent. Suddenly, a voice cut through my thoughts, and the tapping stopped. 
 
 `` I do n't need medicine. I want to be normal.'' My own voice echoed outside my room. I eased the door open. As I looked out, I saw myself sitting on my bed. `` Forget it. I'm not taking it.'' 
 
 I saw myself leave my bedroom, and I followed. I tried to call out to the other me, but she did n't hear me. Halfway down the stairs, I heard a small voice. 
 
 `` Is someone out there?'' I turned and saw Billy in my doorway. He looked right at me. `` Oh, hi.'' 
 
 I looked around. `` Me?'' 
 
 He laughed. `` Of course you, silly.'' 
 
 I walked back to him. `` How did you get in my room?'' 
 
 He shrugged. `` I've been here for a while. You just never saw me.'' 
 
 I sat on my desk chair. `` But, you're dead. Mom and I planned your funeral.'' 
 
 Billy frowned. `` That was a sad day. Mommy was broken.'' He hopped into my lap. `` She ca n't break again. She might not fix herself.'' 
 
 `` What are you talking about?'' I hugged my brother. 
 
 He poked my hand like he always loved to do. `` I'm here to help you get better.'' 
 
 I sighed. `` I'm fine.'' 
 
 `` You're gon na die.'' 
 
 I put Billy on the ground. `` What do you mean?'' 
 
 He looked up at me. `` Right now, you're dreaming. I'm your sub conscious trying to warn you.'' He took my hands in his. `` If you do n't take your pills, you'll break, then mommy will break.'' 
 
 I shook my head. `` I'm normal.'' 
 
 `` It's okay to be different.'' He hugged me. `` If you leave, mommy wo n't ever get better. Please take your pills.'' 
 
 I hugged Billy back and began to cry. I woke the next morning and picked up my pill bottle. `` It's okay to be different.'' I whispered before taking my anti depressant.
