“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.