Random stuff.

Where will I go?

Something was different today. Something very different, but I can say exactly what. I walked over to my friend and floated next to her, sitting cross legged as I looked over her shoulder, down at the laptop screen. She was writing something, but to be perfectly honest I can't read sooooo..... yeah. I poked her shoulder and she just waved me away. She's never done that before. I sat on the headrest of the  chair she was sitting in. I don't feel right. It feels like my brain is turning to jelly. What's going on? I twiddled my thumbs only to notice that they were becoming transparent. Only other  people aren't  able to see me, If I'm turning invisible to myself, what does that mean for Bridget? Can she see me? Oh no. They told me this would happen. They told me she wouldn't believe in me for much longer. Why, oh why is this happening now? I thought I would stick around for longer than this! I don't want to leave her! What happens if she needs me? She probably doesn't, but that also begs the question : Does she still care? I wouldn't know until I asked, so I decided to wait until she was done on the computer. I guess I understand why I'm fading away, she was going to be eighteen in a few days... To tell you the truth I didn't think I'd stick around this long. I smiled at the thought of how long we've stuck together. I guess it would be okay if I faded away. As long as Bridget was happy, that's what truly mattered to me. That was my job anyways as an imaginary friend, to be there for her when she felt no one else was. I looked at myself again, I was more transparent than before. 

I was soon snapped out of my train of thought by the doorbell ringing. She opened the door to a boy I had never seen before. He looked extremely worried. They both sat on the couch and she began talking... something about how she wasn't good enough and the other colleges haven't gotten back to her yet. That's why she was on her computer and ignored me, she was looking for the colleges feedback. She began talking faster, a look of sheer panic forming in her eyes. She took of her glasses and threw them to the floor and began to cry. She fell into his arms and he held her there, afraid of what might happen if he let go. Her once fast paced talking became yells. It was painful to see her like this and not be able to do anything. The boy wiped away the tears and gave her reassuring words. She just sat there, listening, more tears falling from her eyes and I realized I was crying too. I noticed something though. Something that answers all my questions, she didn't need me anymore, but that wasn't a bad thing. I had a feeling she would always have someone that isn't just in her head. She would be loved and cared for, I didn't need to worry about what might happen if I was gone. I came to terms with the fact that I was okay to leave. I smiled and closed my eyes, feeling my very existence slipping away like sand in the wind, and for once, I didn't mind.