“Yes god, yes I’ll wear it.” I smiled and placed it on her hand. This was the best moment in my life.

“Spencer do you hear that?” I asked.

“No, what?” she asked.

“Never mind it’s probably just the band.” I told her.

“Okay then.”

God what the hell is that? It keeps getting louder.

“Ashley, are you okay? You seem distracted.”

“I keep hearing voices.”

“I don’t hear anything.””

“You can’t hear the voices, they keep fucking getting louder.” I yelled

“Ashley, there are no voices.” She said confusedly.

“Yes there are, I swear I hear them.” My voice was frail. Why can’t she hear them?

“What do you want? Shut the fuck up, please.” I screamed.

The voices were getting louder.

“I love you Spencer.”  I whispered to her.

The next thing I know Spencer’s gone.

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“Ashley can you hear me?”  Why am I strapped to a chair?

I stared up at him, what the hell is going here? Where is Spencer, she was just here?

“Ashley I’m going to ask you a few questions, okay? It might be hard for you to talk at first.” He told me. I nodded complying with what he had said.

"Do you remember my name?" He asked

"No, should I." I countered back.

"It’s Doctor Steven, and yes you should." I remarked back.

“What year is it?” He asked simply and calmly. What fucking type of question is that?

“It’s,” I had to clear my voice before continuing. My voice was hoarse. “It’s 2008, why?”

“Okay, what’s the last thing you remember?” He looked down for a brief second to jot something down.

“I was in Santa Barbara with Spencer, taking her to a surprise.” I paused to regain my composure.

“Tell me more about Spencer.” He remarked.

“God where to begin; she’s unbelievable, gorgeous, smart, and understanding. She’s my other half; she makes me want to better. Spencer’s been through so much, yet it hasn’t affected her heart.” I told him. He jotted something down before returning to me.

He began to speak.

“Ashley, Spencer isn’t real. I believe your subconscious created her to help cope with Kyla’s death. You’ve been through a tough ordeal and it’s natural for things to escalade like they did.”

He stops and looks at me to see whether I understand.

I shook my head. “What the fuck are you talking about, she is, and she was just here. What kind of sick joke is this?”

“Ashley calm down, you were having an episode.

His words were not registering. My mind couldn’t, wouldn’t grasp what he was telling me.

 “I don’t understand what the fuck your saying?” I was pissed and confused.

“You’ve been a patient here at Bellevue for five years, Ashley.”

“Okay what the hell is this place?” My voice wavered.

“You’re in a psychiatric hospital. You were emitted after you first episode.”

“Episode you keep throwing that word out, what the fuck do you mean though?”

“You don’t remember anything? Ashley you have schizophrenia. You were doing very well with the new medication, but somehow you still relapsed.” He said frankly.

Suddenly everything clicked. Oh god, the one thing I ever wanted was a figment of my imagination. She felt so real, every touch, every look, every smile, seemed genuine. 

“Ashley I’m going to call the nurse to give you a sedative, to help you relax.” He reached for the phone to call the nurse in. Once he did, he said good bye and left the room.

Hello, Miss. Davies.” She said. That voice seems so familiar.

“Hello, uh…” I didn’t know what to say, I was utterly shocked.

“Nurse Carlin, but you can call me Spencer.” What?

The End!!!!