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Cianna continued to wail even as Al spoke. "Y-y-you d-don't do as I ask either. You all just think I'm lying." Cianna managed to stop the wailing while she spoke. "You all think I'm lying and I'm crazy. That's what the doctors say. Nix says that's what you're telling them. And none of you believe he's real and you never call me by my name and you don't give me the food I want. You were nice last night but now you've gone back to being mean."

Cianna was just making it all more dramatic than it was. Using whatever information her six year old underdeveloped brain could think of and having Nix help her too. She stayed silent for a moment though her concentration was obviously on her friend.

"Nix says that if you don't trust me then I shouldn't trust you. I'd be good if you helped us chose the food for our meals instead of telling me no all the time and choosing for me. I like oranges. The ones that you can peel. You never give me oranges. You never ask what I like. You don't know me. You just know what those stupid doctors tell you. And they wonder why I run away, wouldn't you run away if everyone called you crazy and a liar?" Cianna was repeating Nix's words now. He was giving the six year old the information she needed to fight back. It was obvious that Nix had the mental age older than a six year old.

She was upset and angry. But instead of screaming and shouting, Cianna got up from the table. "I want to go to my room. Let me out the kitchen." She spoke as she made her way over to the door.