Four months ago, I was happy. I was simply Naomi Carradine.
Two months ago, I was admitted into a psych ward.
Yesterday, Lachlan Halstead visited me. Kissed me. And told me that I’m starting to lose my mind.
Hours later, Alexander Cole haunted my thoughts, reminding me I’m not crazy and that he needs my help.
A few minutes ago, I drifted further from reality, trying to unravel the past.
And now… everyone thinks I’m insane. But, I know he’s real, and I know he needs me.
Do you believe me?