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I used to pretend that I didn't. That I didn't see things. And by the time we were ten, they started forcing her to take anti-psychotics and have treatments, and they'd come for her and she'd look at me and she'd say "Tell them! Why don't you tell them, Angie, that you can see them too?" But I lied. I said "I don't see anything." Until one day, I finally stopped seeing.

I abandoned her, John. I left her all alone.

I need to see what she saw.

( dodson. )