Schizophrenia....that's what the doctor told my mom when I was four. It'll only be one visit...That's what mom said when I first visited the hospital, a visit that has yet to end for the past 13 years. Ever since I were diagnosed life always seemed so unreal.I can't trust everything I see or listen to everything I hear. I am to always take my medicine when given and never ask what kind they are. It was like I was doomed to a controlled life forever. That is until I met J Hope, the boy who lives on the other side of the beach. The boy who's just like me, schizophrenia and all. When I met him, love bloomed and we were no longer under the control of our parents. But.....everyone says J Hope isn't real, that he is a figment of my imagination. That he will go away when I am fixed. Could it really be? That my one true love....doesn't really exists.