Fading Belief [CreepyPasta Fanfic]

Chapter 3-Imaginary Friends

At some point of our lives , we've all felt like it was us against the world , we've all been lonely , we've all been picked on . Some of us leave it at that , others take it personally , others listen to every single word as if they want to get hurt .

I had no choice didn't I ? I was all for listening to people .

My mom used to say it was the good-hearted people that got hurt the most in life , that I should toughen up and not let anyone take advantage of me .

But I was too weak to toughen up .

Kid's made fun of me , they said that I was a freak . They said I was different , that I was weird . But I was different wasn't I ? I was sick , really sick .

I was the kid in which parents feared their children would get attached to , afraid of being held responsible if something was ever to happen to me while I was under their watch , which that was very likely to happen , so they warned them against talking to me . How cruel right ?

That was other than my constant nosebleeds part of that being something that happens to all kids the other part was due to being a nose-picker . I found it funny now , how having a condition makes every little thing that normally happens to people - a big deal when it happened to you .

So I was a lonely child despite a loving family on the side . But being the child I was at the time , I found it hard to think of them as loving because of the constant fighting that went on .

So I sat in my room crying while they were at it . It usually started with my mom crying to dad about me and how there had to be a cure ;which there wasn't but damn that woman could whine and complain which ended up with them arguing about it , which led to arguing about money which led to some stuff breaking and eventually dad storming out of the house .

"Joseph , where's all that money going , tell me !"

"You sick bastard , instead of using it to find a cure for our daughter , you're using it for something else aren't you !"

"Are you cheating on me ?"

I couldn't blame my dad though , my mom was being overly dramatic and for her to doubt him like that ? I don't know what had gotten into her because last time I checked she said they were the perfect couple , having a lot in common and all But I guess something else they had were trust issues .

But despite everything that was happening , I was okay because something happened in those few years . See, It's amazing what loneliness can do to us , what our minds and bodies do in order to maintain our sanity .

So yes , That was my life as a kid , the same shit day after day But could you imagine my excitement and happiness when one day I came back from school to find a box on my bed ?

"A present ? For me?" I had thought in awe .

Light pooled through the curtains of the room , the dust in the air appeared in the rays of light , floating softly . Giving off the most peaceful and calming aura and with the colorful box ?  Hell , it all felt like a dream .

I'd moved .. Well ran towards the box as if my life depended on it . My tiny hands clutched the box inspecting it and my smile only widened as it appeared to be a laughing jack in a box .

So I moved my hand to clutch what at the time -in my head- was called a "stick" and turned it in a circular motion . Pop goes the weasel played and I joyfully sang along the song but it all eventually came to an end and it was silent again .

I was honestly disappointed although I didn't know what I was expecting , as if a clown could come out of nowhe-

"Come one come all ! Laughing jack in a- "