As time flew by, I never felt alone. I now had a someone to guard and protect me. I felt safe in her presence. I would sometimes talk to her, but only in my dreams. Lulu was what many people would call an "imaginary friend". I never told anyone about Lulu. If I had, people would've called me crazy... and so, she soon became my best friend. I felt like a little kid again. I was happy. But then, I started to think about what I was doing. That's when it hit me: I was so lonesome that my mind has created somebody that would spend time with me. I started to think I was going insane.
All of the sudden I felt like I couldn't breathe. My heart was pounding , it felt like it would jump out of my chest. My legs were shaking. They could no longer help me stand. I laid on the floor while catching my breath. My ears were ringing. I was having a panic attack. I tried my best to calm down. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and then... I calmed down. I was breathing normally. I started to cry uncontrollably. I screamed into my pillow and started to throw things around the room. I felt so alone.
That's how life was for some time. Until, school started again. I just joined a new class. I met so many new people. They were all so nice. I made new friends. And kept my old ones close as well. Marie didn't leave me. She was where I was. I was starting to feel a spark between me and one another. Especially with one boy. At first I thought I was just being silly. But than I realised I fell for him.
I was feeling happy again. They all knew me. Even just a little. I didn't get a label. But I was known by others. I could hear my name. I was no longer just a nobody. I had a name. I had friends. I was someone. Soon, I met more people. And my name was known among children. I wasn't popular. Neither am I now. But, I was treated like a real person.
I finally found out who I was..
My name is...and I'm unique in my own way.
Those for Lulu, she never left. She still makes her presence known.
So now, I no longer have to ask myself: why am I alone? Why can't I be normal? Who am I?...
And for you, dear reader, thank you for accompanying me throughout this journey. I hope you enjoyed this short story.
We'll meet again.
