[ WP ] You are a schizophrenic maddeningly in love with the man/woman of your dreams . But you 're becoming increasingly unsure if she 's real , or just another hallucination .

“ She's not there, Patrick. ” I hear him say in my ear. He's always whispering things to me. Things that are true, things that are n't. Yesterday he told me that we were safe before the air-raid sirens blared in the back of my head. He's not trustworthy, but god help me if he is n't the only thing I know. 
 
 The room is dark and stiff and humid, I'm pretty sure there are cracks in the wall, but they were n't there yesterday. It must have been the hammering. 
 
 “ Patrick... ” She whispers in a daze, her voice is like honey. So sweet and warm, her breath the same. I move closer to her even though she's asleep. Her eyes flutter open and reveal the color of chocolate... no coffee. She sees me watching her and moans. “ Why are you awake? ” There's a crackling sound coming from outside. My eyes dart to the ceiling just in time to catch the drywall cracking even further. “ Patrick? ” The light from the moon is betraying and haunting. I look back to the ceiling and the cracks are gone. 
 
 “ I can hear them. ” I say to her. Her eyebrows furrow, that sweet little line forms in between them. 
 
 “ You're here Patrick. I'm here with you. ” She takes hold of my hand first and then grabs my arm. The room wobbles and tears begin streaming down her face. I go to wipe them away and my fingers come back dry. 
 
 “ You're here with me. ” She says desperately the chocolate in her eyes pulls me in. The white walls stop their moving and the window shuts again with an angry howl and I am warm again. She is so sweet, like chocolate, like honey. Her white skin shines in the moonlight and I take a deep breath. 
 
 “ Shes lying. ” I can feel his lips tickle my ear and pull away my arm from hers to scratch away the itch. 
 
 “ He's kissing me June. ” I feel my chest heaving, out of sync with my own breathing. 
 
 “ Patrick. ” She sits up and puts her hands on my face. “ Its okay, honey, it's okay. ” The air raid begins ringing in my ear, the air is so heavy, my chest heaves. “ NONONONONONO! ” I sit up too and slam my hands against my ears over and over, and his lips still tickle my ear and the sirens are so loud. She looks at me. Warm oceans and summer skies. So blue. 
 
 “ Take my hand! ” She calls as the wind begins. The sirens and the whistling wind drown her out. My breath. 
 
 “ You can do it Patrick! You're stronger then this! Take my hand! ” 
 
 “ She's lying Patrick. ” 
 
 I close my eyes. My breath is hot and my lungs are empty. 
 
 “ You're here with me. ” I open my eyes again and take her hand. The sirens and the wind continue, but his lips on my ear are gone. “ Come here. ” She pulls me up to her and my tense body resists her touch, but I go to her, she knows whats best. She may be a liar, but she knows how to keep me warm. She gently pulls me into her lap and I rest my head on her breasts and begin to cry. 
 
 “ You're here with me. Its okay it's not real. ” She kisses my forehead and I blink and my blankets are so warm, my pillows are so soft. The air blows my hair, and the sirens ring, and the drywall crumbles around me, and she's there and she's not.
