Who? Wha—
Oh my God. He was talking to me—
He must have sensed my fear. He nodded. “It’s all right,” he said, his tone soothing, musical. A feeling of calm washed over me. “You’re not alone. Oisin will be happy to hear about you. “
Oisin?
“Don’t be afraid,” he said.
I watched him return to the street, and speak with someone else, a fay woman. He pointed up at my window, at me. She glanced up and nodded. I snapped my curtains shut, sank to my bed and curled up under my McFly duvet.
These men were not hallucinations. They were real. He was real.
They had been real all along. It had taken the shock to my brain—the ECT treatment—to make it possible for me to see them.
If I didn’t have schizophrenia—what was happening?
I ventured downstairs, humming McFly’s “Five Colours In Her Hair.”
