(A/N: STORY UNDER CONSTRUCTION. REWRITE IN PROGRESS.)
Amelia Joanna Wakefield was diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder when an invisible tormentor, named Mel, became a little more than just an imaginary friend. Her condition was kept a secret bet...
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"Don't mess up, everyone will be watching-"
"Shut up, Mel."
"I'm trying to give you some friendly advice. You could at least be appreciative."
"No, you're trying to make me nervous with your little mind games again and I won't let you torment me. Not today. This is a big day for me."
"You mean us." Mel corrects.
Joanna continues to avert her attention away from Mel -turning towards her lightly freckled reflection in the vanity mirror.
"No, me. I've worked hard for this and I'm not about to let you psych me out for your personal entertainment. My life is beginning a new chapter, Mel, and I'm not about to let you-"
"Cut the whole 'new life in college' bullshit, aight, Amelia?" Joanna narrows her eyes at her first name. "Sweetheart, you don't even know what you are gonna do with this new chapter. "Mel continues, air-quoting 'new chapter'. "You haven't even replied back to any of those college scholarships, let alone know a career you want to pursue in. You don't even have a social life to back you up with. You're all alone-"
Joanna ferociously slams her dainty hands on the wooden surface of the vanity and shrieks, "Shut up!"
"Face it. You have, of course, me," Mel says batting her eyelashes sweetly. "and the dear, lovable fools, Mom and Pop's money."
"Joanna, honey? Are you alright up there? You need to hurry up. We need to leave for the ceremony in ten minutes," Mrs. Wakefield, Joanna's mother, called with concern noticeably hidden in her voice.
"I'm fine. Down in a sec," Joanna reassured. She took one final glance in the mirror before turning to grab her ceremonial cap off her bed. But, Joanna couldn't possibly place a determined foot out her bedroom without words of encouragement from her favorite tormentor.
"Go get 'em tiger." The devilish tone laced with venom in Mel's words were evident in her mute voice as Joanna rolled her eyes at the secret monster's false motivation.
"Amelia Joanna," Mrs. Wakefield called with annoyance, "hurry down, I want to take some pictures before we leave."
Joanna took a second to quiver at her first name.
"You keep your dirty mind games to yourself today," Joanna growled through gritted teeth in Mel's almost identical face -almost, due to the sinister smirk, seeming permanently plastered to her face while Joanna's revealed irritability at the moment.
With her final warning glare to Mel -who kept a cool look coating her facial features, hands sliding up in the air in mock surrender -Joanna stormed down the stairs to meet her parents standing side by side at the front door; a camera ready in Mom's hands.
