Josephine is her name. Not letting her leave me is my game. As a two year old, I talked to her in my room one day. We talked about what I wanted to talk about. My sick brother, my crazy mother. This conversation freaked my mom out. She thought I was playing, but I was just sitting on my bed staring at the wall. She saw there was no one there at all.
I am not possessed,nor do I see dead people. Josephine is me and I am her. She is just a part of me, a part of me that has to stay. I connected with her somehow one day.