My Friends

I looked around the room at the others. They stayed silent, in a trance like state. I didn’t know why they didn’t see me, or even hear me. Usually, they talk to me, make me happy, like a nice dream. They keep my safe and pure. They prevent me from evil in the world, like my neighbor. I’ve been told things from them, but today I think they hated me. I think they didn’t want me anymore. The nurse walked in and asked me if I saw them again, and then gave me a pill, and I drifted to hopelessness.