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I'm not imagining this. He's real, and he's dangerous-more dangerous than anyone could ever understand. But who would believe me? To them, he's just a shadow in my mind, a figment I can't let go of. I can see the doubt in their eyes, the disbelief painted across their faces, and it tears me apart. How do I make them see the threat that's right in front of us before it's too late? The thought pounds in my head like a drumbeat, and yet, here I stand, in the middle of this hall, surrounded by people who won't believe me. My chest tightens, and my breath comes out in ragged bursts. "For god sake beleive me I'm not fucking mental!" I scream, the tears spilling over, blurring everything. My eyes dart to Karan. He's my only hope, the only one who might listen. "Karan, please! You have to believe me. He's.... realll..... He's there..., waiting. He'll kill you if we don't leave now!" I reach for him, clutching his hand with everything I have, but he just looks at me. His face-God, why does he look at me like that? Like I'm fragile, like I'm breaking.like I'm actually losing my mind. He doesn't believe me. He doesn't believe me. No one's believing me. A girl who couldn't differentiate between real or imaginary world. She has become so trapped in her thoughts that she does not understand the real world. Saraswati Sharma is a girl from a middle class family who has hyperphantasia (it's a mental disorder in which your imagination power is so much stronger that you couldn't differentiate it from reality or imagination .) Saraswati Sharma is a girl suffering from this disease, who is on the journey of healing it . This story contains disturbing scenes, suicide, murders, adult scenes. Read on your own risk . All rights are reserved No copyright
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