When I was about twelve years old, I heard what I believe to be now auditory hallucinations. The worst offender was named Carol, the same first name as my grandmother. At night was always the hardest times because she was in my head, tearing me down. The other voices were there too, rallying around, trying to buffer CArol's damage.

I was an absorbed girl at that age.

My mother would yell at me sometimes while we were out in public, "Lacey!"

"What?"

"I was talking to you."