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It was 5:30 in the morning when I heard the screaming. In
the room next to mine, my sister was talking to herself again, swearing to the
walls, and whispering to the "microphones" about her plan to take
over the world. I had seen my sister act like this for weeks now, but somehow,
her actions on this morning seemed even more scary.
Lying in bed with eyes open wide, I felt my heart begin to
pound with fear.
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silence, and soon, quiet whispers as my sister talked to herself and creaked
down the stairs. I got out of bed to follow her, wondering what she was going
to do this time to bring attention to herself, and was ready for anything. As I
followed my sister outside, I saw her walking barefoot down the side of the
street, screaming at the sidewalk and waving her dark hair in the wind.
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After the mania-Back on her medication, and on her way to recovery, Jessica
still holds on to some memories of her past.
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Her ripped up black dress sparkled in the street lights as
she turned the corner and a lone car sped by, the person inside glancing at the
strange woman on the side of the road. All I could hope for was that this
morning, my sister would look strange enough to get noticed, dangerous enough
to get pulled over by the police. Only then could she be put into the hospital
where she would be safe and on her way to some sort of recovery. But all I
could do was hope.
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