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After reading what I have so far during my computer cleanup, I really want to edit and finish this... eek
It's a story based on one of my friends. I exaggerate a little bit by calling her a compulsive liar, though sometimes I question it. The story begins with this paragraph as an introduction from the young lady;

" One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four. Five bottles, six bottles, seven bottles more…

The countless nights I’ve drank myself to sleep were always the same; blurred and surreal. Everyone and everything that surrounded me seemed to change colour or shape, move around me in a twisted motion that brought a tingling pleasure to my mind. The stuff tasted horrible, but it sure did the job.

It didn’t matter how many friends I had standing around me when I walked in, I always stumbled out alone and confused. Nobody loved me, it was just funny to watch me fall after about the third shot. Not that it mattered much, I didn’t like these so called “friends” any more than they did me. I ignore them half the time, and the other half they aren’t even around to be ignored. What do they need me for? They have other people to talk to that are more interesting than me, prettier than me… not to mention smarter, more talented, funny, outgoing. The list goes on, really. I’m nothing but a backup plan.

All of these nights seem so surreal and vague, only because they never really happened. But who needs to know that?"

After this we are immediately thrown into a psychiatrist's office, where our intern is introduced to the story of our young female antagonist. The intern is being linked up with this girl in order to find her problem and talk her out of her hallucinations and events she plays out in her mind in order to bring her back to reality. As she continues refusing to believe anyone who tells her that she is not who she thinks she is, depression sets in and she believes that the only way to reach who she truly is, the real girl she has made herself into in her mind, she needs to kill herself and stop the outside forces from telling her that this isn't real.
I wrote this story YEEEARS ago, and now I'm kind of sad that the ending sounds a lot like what happened in Inception. No matter. Still sounds good, right?
Thoughts?