Can I shoot an arrow?

Merida O'Reilly. 7 years old. Childhood schizophrenia, Paranoid Personality Disorder

[kiradelaney]

I bet they miss you too Merida

[meridathebroken]

Duh. That's why they're bringing me home.

[kiradelaney]

That’s great news Merida!

[meridathebroken]

I'm so excited! I miss everyone at home.

[kiradelaney]

For a visit or are you getting discharge Merida?

[meridathebroken]

For forever! I get to stay home.

[eternal--passion]

He smiles at the young girl.” Well isn’t that exciting to hear.”

[meridathebroken]

"It is. I'm so excited! I missed home."

[perfect-disaster-evelina-deacti]

"Of course. The only child that I don’t hate is leaving, while I’m stuck in this dump. Perfect. Amazing. Absolutely wonderful!” Evelina huffed. “You’re gonna do well out there, kid.” She smiled at Merida and ruffled her hair. “But I will miss you.”

[meridathebroken]

"I'll miss you too, Evie." Merida said, climbing into the older girl's lap. "But you'll be out soon." She smiled up at the girl hopefully.

[meridathebroken]

Guess what, guess what?! I get to go home soon! My daddy called today and talked to the doctors and they all said I can go home real soon!

[meridathebroken]

He’s at home. But I called and no one answered.

[atticusparker]

That’s odd. Perhaps he’s busy. Is there anything you’d like to do in the meantime?

[meridathebroken]

I don't know. Wanna see daddy.

[meridathebroken]

I just want my daddy. -She pouts.-

[atticusparker]

Where is he? Can you call him?

[meridathebroken]

He's at home. But I called and no one answered.

[atticusparker]

You certainly don’t have to, by all means. I’m just saying it usually makes people feel better. And I’m a good listener, if that counts.

[meridathebroken]

I just want my daddy. -She pouts.-

[meridathebroken]

"I’m not staring."

[drxgpxth]

"I cant… I cant even tell if you were."

[meridathebroken]

"So you can't see anything?"

[atticusparker]

Not talking has never done anyone any good. Take it from me. 

[atticusparker]

[meridathebroken]

I don't wanna talk.

[drxgpxth]

"Just because I’m blind, doesn’t mean you can just come up and scare me like that."

[meridathebroken]

"I'm not staring."

[penelope-sandoval-blog]

Mmm… whatever this is, I can’t stop eating it.

[meridathebroken]

"It's pudding." Merida said, staring up at the woman.

[something-like-a-crisis]

Mackenzie gave the younger girl an unsure look, then accepted the glass, taking a small sip from it. She smiled, though there was no feeling connected to her smile. "Thank you..." She said in her best happy voice.

[meridathebroken]

"Why are you scared?" Merida asked, climbing up on to the couch beside the girl.

[something-like-a-crisis]

Mackenzie did as the little girl said letting her guide her to the couch. When the girl spoke, Mackenzie nodded. The girl felt distant, and Mackenzie did not hear what she had exactly said. Mackenzie pushed her hair out of her face and took eight deep breaths, her therapist called it baby breathing, and he said it would work. It did. Kind of. She then held her head in her hands, trying to clear her mind. She had to calm down.

[meridathebroken]

Merida ran down the hall and into the kitchen. She tugged open the fridge and stood on her toes, struggling to reach the juice. After a moment she got it and set it on the floor. Rummaging around in the lower cabinets because the other ones were too tall, she eventually found a big cup and filled it with the juice. Some spilled as she walked carefully back down to the rec room. A smile spread across Merida's face as she came up to Mackenzie, happy to see that the older girl had listened. "Here. It's orange juice. It'll help." She held out the glass.

[something-like-a-crisis]

Mackenzie looked back up expecting to see a certain demon, but only saw a group of people she did not know. She was fine. Everything was fine. The girl she saw was not there. It was not real. She kept repeating words like that in her mind. She did not speak in response to the younger girl. She only nodded.

[meridathebroken]

Merida stared up at the girl. She looked like she had just woken up from a bad dream. When Merida would have bad dreams at home, Momma would bring her a glass of juice and they would have cuddles until she felt better. The young girl thought that would be a good idea. "Sit here. I'll be right back." Merida told the older girl, gently pulling her over to the couch.

[something-like-a-crisis]

Mackenzie looked at the strawberry blond girl, and tried to speak with an even tone, though her voice betrayed her. “N-no one… Sorry.”

[meridathebroken]

"Are you okay?" Merid asked, reaching up and taking the older girl's hand.