(You were diagnosed with severe schizophrenia, suffering from audible and visible hallucinations. Soon after you were admitted to an insane asylum where you shared a room with Lydia, she was very possessive over you and sometimes used you and your diagnosis to get the outcome she wanted)

you were huddled up on your bed in the corner of your shared room, your arms bound around your torso by a white straight jacket. Lydia was sitting on her bed, which she had pushed to be right next to yours.

Lydia: "Scared hm? Don't worry 'big sis' is here..." she smiled at you, not in a friendly way but as a result of her own amusement