I got the point, Chris had totally convinced me that I was fiction. I got in my bed and thought about it a long time. If I'm not real then I want to be a famous fiction character, was the conclution that I had come up with. Then I cried, because my fictitous parents were gone, and all my memories were made up. I was unfair.
Life is unfair.
My brain told me. I wished Chris would let me disapear too, because he made me feel awful all the time. He controlled my life, and made me wonder why. I fell asleep, and woke up a millenium later. My brain greeted me again.