I called my sister, hoping she would answer. Sometimes I felt as though she ignored my calls. I didn’t blame her though—I would ignore my calls if I were her. Even as children, she never defended me. She even made fun of me with the other kids on the block because my imagination was more powerful than theirs was.
I let the phone ring four more times until I finally hung up. I didn’t have anything important to tell her, just that I was a nutcase. She would enjoy hearing that she was the sane one in the family.
Jason entered the hotel room, blasting his iPod and I wondered where he had been all day. Sometimes I forgot he was Ana’s assistant and he had a job. I kept my eyes on him as he went through the mini refrigerator looking for something to snack on. I noted that in my head, druggies like to eat food. He has a symptom. Then, I looked at myself and I had a plate full of fried foods and fresh cookies.
Jason stuffed a doughnut in his mouth and walked over to me. “Are you okay today?”
I looked around the room, realizing I did not feel weird, I didn’t hear voices, or see things. I felt…normal. The new medication worked like a charm. “I think so,” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around him.
“Good, ‘cause I want to take you out on Friday.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, so I want Ana and you to go out to buy you a dress.”
“With Ana?”
“Don’t worry, I already told Ana, and she is up for it. You guys need to start getting along.”
“Uh…okay?” I kissed him, confused on why Ana would hang out with me. She had been avoiding me for the rest of the promotional tour ever since we were in France.