Fuzzy. Fuzzy, fuzzy darkness. Fuzzy darkness folding away to reveal...light! So much light! It hurts my eyes! But in a way...it's beautiful, too. White. White purity. White used to be one of my favorite colors...
D-Daddy? Is that you? Where am I?
...why am I in the hospital?
Oh. I'm hurt? Why am I hurt?
They told me to do bad things. I was so blind to it all. I thought they were telling me to do the right thing.
No, no, Daddy, it's not your fault! I promise that it's not your fault.
Daddy...stop crying...I'm okay. How long until I'm able to go back to school?
Yes, I want to go back to school. Yes, I'll be okay. Yes, the voices are still there.
Don't worry about me, Daddy. I know how to fight them now.
There's a name for what the voices are doing to me?
Schizophrenia. Schi-zo-phreeenia. That's an ugly word. I don't like it, Daddy. I don't think Mommy liked it either.
Don't cry, Daddy. It's okay. I'm still here...
I love you, Daddy.
...
Daddy?
I think that white is my favorite color.