I remember when I first came here kicking and screaming. My mother and father had sent me here when I was six. They thought it wasn't alright for a six year old too have imaginary friends. But, they weren't imaginary. Not too me anyway.
I remember when I was sitting in my room playing with my favorite friend. His name was Jay. We were having a tea party and my parents were whispering in the hallway. They thought I was crazy.
My mother came in to my room and said "Jaymie, honey. You know I love you and only want the best for you right?"
"Yes, mommy" I said with a smile.
Then she left and called somebody.
I heard a knock at the door about twenty minutes later and I ran downstairs screaming "I got it! I got it!" When I opened the door I saw a man with dark hair and a cold stare, glaring at me.
I was about to say hello, when he cut me off. "Are you Jaymie?"
"Yes, sir." I said.
"You're going to have to come with me."
That's when I ran over to my mother and she picked me up and handed me to the man. "I love you." She said with tears running down her face.
I kicked and I screamed but the man's grip was too hard. I couldn't get away. I thought too myself, Why would she do this too me.
The man opened the back door too a big white van. He threw me in and locked it. I looked out the window as we were driving away, only too see my mother and father, crying.
I will never see them again. Was my last thought.
