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WHERE IT ALL FALLS

WHERE IT ALL FALLS

Tears streamed down her face, a mix of heartbreak and defiance. She couldn't accept this new reality, this terrifying truth that exposed the fragility of her own mind. But as she looked at the death certificate clutched in her hand, the cold, hard facts stared back, mocking her desperate attempt to cling to a world of her own creation.

Denial morphed into a desperate clinging as the weight of reality threatened to crush Lisa. "No!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the room. "This isn't real! Luka is real!"

Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She clutched the death certificate in her hand, the stark black and white picture mocking her with its truth. But Lisa refused to see it. She pushed herself off the couch, a surge of manic energy propelling her forward.

"I'm going to find Luka," she declared, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "He must be at the airport, getting ready to leave."

Before Selene could react, Lisa darted towards the kitchen. Her movements were swift, fueled by a frantic desperation. Selene's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Lisa emerge, a glinting kitchen knife clutched in her hand.

"Lisa, what are you doing?" Selene cried, her voice tinged with alarm. "Put that down! You're not thinking clearly!"

Lisa's eyes blazed with a manic intensity. "Don't be a child, Selene," she spat. "I'm not coming with you. Luka is waiting for me. Just stay back!" She brandished the knife, the sharp edge glinting under the light.

"Lisa, you're mad!" Selene exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and concern. "Throw that knife down and come with me. We can get you help."

Lisa's gaze darted between Selene and the door. The world seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on her. "I'm fine," she insisted, her voice a strained whisper. "I don't have any schizophrenia. It's all a lie. Just step back, Selene. I want to go to Luka."

The situation was escalating rapidly. Selene knew they couldn't reason with Lisa in this state. A silent plea for help flashed towards Mia. "We just want to help you. Fearing anything can happen, Selene call the police." She reached for her phone, her voice trembling slightly.

But Lisa was beyond listening. With a desperate cry, she lunged towards the door, brushing past Selene, Lisa threw away the knife. Mia bolted after her, her voice echoing down the hallway. "Lisa, wait! Stop!"

The apartment building echoed with the sounds of their pursuit. Lisa, fueled by adrenaline, sprinted towards the elevator. She slammed on the down button, her heart hammering against her ribs. As the doors opened, she darted inside, not noticing the security cameras capturing her frantic escape.

"Catch her! Don't let her run! She needs treatment!" Mia screamed, her voice tight with desperation.

Selene, meanwhile, activated the building's security protocol. Two burly security guards materialized at the end of the hallway, blocking Lisa's escape route.

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Panic surged through Lisa. She saw the guards approaching, their expressions stern. Trapped, she made a split-second decision. She slammed the elevator button for a different floor, hoping to confuse them.

One guard followed on foot, taking the stairs, while the other waited for the elevator. Lisa, her breathing ragged, sprinted out of the elevator on the wrong floor. She could hear footsteps echoing behind her, closing in.

Desperate, she pushed open a fire escape door and ran down the metal stairs, the sounds of the city rising up to meet her. Exhaustion gnawed at her, but the fear fueled her steps.

Just as she reached the ground floor, a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She whirled around, the knife flashing dangerously close to the approaching guard's face. He recoiled with a surprised yelp, momentarily stunned.

But Lisa didn't hesitate. With a surge of adrenaline, she aimed a well-placed kick at the guard's groin.

Taking advantage of his momentary incapacitation, Lisa darted past him, a triumphant laugh escaping her lips. Little did she know, the police sirens were already wailing in the distance, responding to Selene’s call.

The chase continued onto the crowded street. Lisa weaved through the throngs of people, her energy waning with each passing step. But just as she thought she could escape, her vision blurred, and the world spun around her. Exhaustion finally claimed her, and she collapsed onto the pavement, unconscious.

Disoriented and weak, Lisa slowly fluttered her eyes open. Harsh white light flooded her vision, momentarily blinding her. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus. The sterile scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, and a wave of nausea washed over her.

"Easy there, Lisa," a calm voice soothed. She turned her head, spotting a kind-faced woman in a white coat standing beside her bed. "Don't worry, you're safe now."

"Where am I?" Lisa croaked, her voice raspy. Her throat felt parched, and her body ached all over.

"You're in the infirmary," the woman explained, offering her a glass of water. "You fainted earlier today. We brought you here to get you checked out."

Lisa took a hesitant sip, the cool water easing the dryness in her throat. Memories of the frantic chase, the searing fear, and then...nothing. A blank space where the rest of the day should be.

"Who are you?" Lisa asked, her voice barely a whisper.

The woman smiled gently. "I'm Dr. Marsh," she replied. "I'll be taking care of you. Can you tell me your full name, Lisa?"

Lisa mumbled her full name, her mind sluggish.

"Good," Dr. Marsh said, her voice reassuring. "Now, I know things might be a bit confusing for you right now. Let's create a calm environment, okay? Perhaps you could tell me what happened before you fainted?"

Lisa hesitated, fear and confusion warring within her. But Dr. Marsh's gentle demeanor put her at ease. Taking a deep breath, she started at the beginning, recounting her story of meeting Luka, their conversations, the night they spent together. She spoke of her doubts about her medication, the feeling of a weight being lifted. Dr. Marsh listened intently, nodding occasionally, her expression unreadable.

Once Lisa finished, Dr. Marsh asked several questions, her voice calm and curious. Lisa answered them honestly, the raw emotions of the previous day still fresh in her mind. As they talked, a strange clarity started to emerge. The memories of Luka felt fragmented, dreamlike. The details, under Dr. Marsh's gentle questioning, seemed to unravel, revealing inconsistencies and gaps.

Exhaustion finally overtook her, and Lisa drifted off to sleep.

Dr. Marsh emerged from the infirmary, a thoughtful expression on her face. Waiting outside were Selene, Lisa's parents. Their faces were etched with worry and concern.

"Dr. Marsh, is Lisa alright?" Selene asked, rushing towards the doctor.

"For now, she is," Dr. Marsh replied. "She seems to have been experiencing severe hallucinations, but during our conversation, I believe I've uncovered the root of the issue."

Leading them to her office, Dr. Marsh closed the door and turned to face them. "Ms. Lynn, Mr. Harley," she addressed Lisa's parents, her voice grave. "There's a reason Lisa had such vivid and detailed hallucinations about a person named Luka."

She took a deep breath and launched into an explanation. She detailed Lisa's medical history, the challenges with her schizophrenia, and how the recent lapse in medication had triggered a complex series of events. Dr. Marsh explained how Lisa, likely triggered .The details of their meeting, the conversations, the feelings – all meticulously crafted by Lisa's subconscious mind.

The revelation hit Lisa's parents hard. Shame and worry flickered in their eyes. They had noticed a change in Lisa's behavior lately, but they hadn't known the full extent of it. Selene, too, listened intently, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her.

Dr. Marsh assured them that with proper treatment and medication, Lisa could manage her condition. She outlined a treatment plan, emphasizing the importance of support and understanding from Lisa's loved ones.

As they left Dr. Marsh's office, a heavy silence hung in the air. The revelation had shattered their illusion, but it also offered them a chance to understand and help Lisa. The road to recovery wouldn't be easy, but with Dr. Marsh's guidance and their unwavering support, they hoped to bring Lisa back from the world she had created.