My name is Madeleine Saltz. Madi for short. I'm just a normal person. You wouldn't even look twice when you pass me on the street. On second thought, maybe you would. See I'm crazy. And not just the woohoo-look-at-me-I'm-doing-the-chicken-dance, kind of crazy. The real crazy... I occupy the dainty little room, number 105, at Green Hill Mental institution. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and a splatter of freckles on my nose. Like I said, I'm normal, except for the crazy part. And then there is, Rhuine. The boy with the black swirl tattoo's. Or my imaginary friend (as my psychologist likes to call him). The friggin' love of my life. Whichever name he goes by, he is the other reason why I'm not quite as normal as I would like to believe. And here's why... For Rhuine is not suitable for readers under the age of 18 years old. For Rhuine contains material that might act as triggers to traumatic experiences.