I MADE HER (last ep) - by Leeyah Jots

After that day, Mira's mother stopped laughing whenever Mira mentioned Nia.She became worriedMira was no longer simply talking to an imaginary sisterShe was changing her life around her, she stopped going out, she stopped spending time with people, she became irritated whenever anyone questioned Nia's existence. And sometimes, she would sit for hours in her room, talking to someone nobody else could see Her mother eventually asked her father to take her to a therapist Mira didn't want to go she keep screaming "I don't need a therapist.” Her father per her and said yes he knew nth is wrong with her that she just needs to talk to the therapist The father took her there The first few sessions were uncomfortable.The therapist asked Mira about her childhood, her family,school, friends. Then she asked about Nia.Mira smiledShe was my sister The therapist said was ??Mira looked at her no she is my sister...The therapist noddedAnd when did you first start seeing her? Mira thought about it and said I don't know.”Were you lonely? The therapist asked Did you wish you had a sister?All the time ? The therapist wrote something downSo you created Nia because you wanted someone?Mira shook her head and said NO Then why did u create a sister?Mira looked toward the empty chair beside her and said Because she needed me too.. The therapist followed her eyes.The chair was emptyShe looked back at Mira. Mira smiled.The therapist didn't argue.Instead, she asked Mira to describe Nia.Mira did. Her favourite colour, her favourite food, the way she wore her hair, the things she liked, the things she hated.Mira knew everything.Even Too much. Over the next few weeks, the therapist tried to help Mira understand that Nia was a creation of her mind. At first, Mira refused.Then she became angry.Then she cried.Eventually, she became quiet. One afternoon, the therapist asked: Mira, do you understand that Nia isn't physically here? Mira stared at the floor and yes. And where is she?Mira replied in my head The therapist smiled gently. For the first time, she seemed tired of fighting.Maybe she was finally accepting it.Maybe she was getting better. Her sessions continued.She started going outside again.She spoke to her friends, she ate with her parents, she even stopped buying things for Nia. Everyone thought she was improvingUntil one afternoon, during another session, the therapist asked: So you still talk to Nia?Mira smiled and said NO The therapist nodded. And do you still see her? Mira shook her head no That's good, Mira The therapist smiled.Mira smiled back. Then there was silence.The therapist looked down at her notes. Mira suddenly turned her head. She looked at the empty chair beside her. Her smile disappeared.The therapist noticedAnd called herMira? Mira didn't answer.She was staring at the chair.Then she whispered, you're making it difficult. The therapist froze.What? Mira looked at her smile and said nothing.The therapist glanced at the chair Still empty. She looked back at Mira. You said you don't see Nia anymore.Yes I don't But you're talking to her. Mira shook her head No, I'm not.The therapist waited Mira's eyes moved back to the chair Then she smiled A small, familiar smile. The same smile she'd worn when she used to sit on her bed with two plates of cake. The therapist quietly asked, Who are you talking to? Mira looked at her. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she leaned closer and whispered: Nia says you ask too many questions... The room went silent.The therapist looked at the empty chair again.Then back at Mira. Mira….. Mira smiled.Don't worry. She reached toward the empty chair.Her hand stopped in the air, as if someone had taken it. Then she whispered, she doesn't like you ma'am The therapist slowly put down her penAnd Mira sat there, holding the hand of someone who wasn't there. Maybe Nia had never been real Maybe Mira's mind had created her to fill a loneliness that had become too painful Maybe years of believing had made the illusion impossible to separate from reality But as Mira looked at the empty chair and smiled, one thought stayed with her. She had wanted a little sister so badly… she made one. And now she couldn't tell where Mira endedand Nia began.....

I Made Her

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