"Frank said you're jealous of me."
Tanya: I'm not jealous. This isn't jealous. It's hatred. I hate you.
"Why?"
My voice was stammering, I always thought she was jealous, but why, what did I do that makes me she be jealous of me.
Tanya: Don't ask me why you know why. You took away the last person I love, My dad used to love me so much, until you came, he started paying more attention to you, besides that you made up stories telling him you forget your past and about that nightmare disorder.
I was confused, the day we went to the psychiatrist she didn't come with us, how did she know about my problem.
"H-how did you know about my disorder?"
Tanya: I came to the hospital when My dad was talking to the psychiatrist about your pity issue. He was terrified when I was sick but when it comes to you he was shivering thinking about what will happen to you. Why did you come into our life? We were so happy without you, you spoiled my world.
