2 days later, I get a call from the Texas police department. They found her sleeping in my car parked in the middle of a two way street.
When I got there, All her possessions were missing on top of a precious Army issued gun from my deceased father. She had gotten robbed too.
As soon as I saw her, I 'declared' to her that whenever anyone tries to harm her, it's not true. After yelling out "I know I'm not crazy!", She cried and said "Am I a skit?" I told her the real s word.
She is Schizophrenic.