"Hey, why are you sad? Don't be sad. It's stupid of you. I don't like seeing you stupid. You're not stupid." Lilian smiles widely, before suddenly pouting. She sits on the edge of your bed, her legs dangling, as she watches you having a struggle with yourself.

It's not her fault, you try to convince yourself. She's only fifteen and fate has already been cruel, giving her such an illness. To her or to others, though, not clear exactly.

It's been another of these days when she embarrassed you. It's a cycle by now; she's being silly and obnoxious, people laugh or (and) judge you and give you nasty glances, you try to fix it, she comes to normal behavior for some time, and then it all repeats. She's not a bad girl, but you have your own life. Which is constantly being ruined by her.

"Come on, let's play. I've seen you playing with Cinderella and Dinosaur on cars." She probably refers to Mario Kart. She can't even play it properly, but she wants to spend time with you somehow. "Vroom-vroom, let's go, don't keep me waiting."