Tintin sighed as she walked back home. "You are better than this." she mumbled to herself. "Why am I so....different?" she asked herself. The counseling was no use. They kept telling her the things she saw wasn't real. The voices don't exist. She was crazy, delusional, psychopathic. She smiled brightly at the thought of starting a new life. A new future
Where people didn't fear her. She knew she could never be normal..
But she can pretend like she is. Make them see a different side of her...
No one will know....
The people will never know.
