“Yes! There beside me. Allen say something” he stuttered but said nothing, he looked petrified (Allen is scared of cops)

“Young lady, I’m going to need to come with me,” said the cop

“WHY!”

“Because I think you have Dissociative disorder”

“What?” I said in a small voice, I had just learned about this in school. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. Like imagining people who aren’t there. I remembered that Allen showed up after my mom's death. Connecting the dot’s I realized

Allen isn’t real.