Six months had passed. Six months. The grubby glass filled with finger prints separated Mrs.Bane and her daughter, who has this emotionless stare,her eyes once filled with such a bright light were dulled with medication.
"How are you feeling,Baby?" Her mother whispered softly into the phone,Blair held to her ear limbly.
"I feel fine." She answered with a slight lift to her eyebrows. Tears formed in Ella-Rina Bane's eyes.
"I should've gotten you help sooner Baby. I'm so sorry." Blair exhaled slightly through her nose,a mocking sound at that.
"I'm not crazy. Eleanore exists. I know she does." Blair leaned back and stated to her,somewhat afraid mother.
"Blair,the office has checked a thousand times. There is no Eleanore T. Stanton,nor has there ever been. Your therapist said that your imagination made it up. She was just a figment of your imagination.... Just a figment,baby." Her mother whispered. Blair had went from being emotionless to filled with rage.
"She is real! I'll prove it to you. I'll prove it to all of you." She screamed now, throwing the phone at the window glass. A few near-by nurses grabbed her arms,dragging her fighting body away from the broken shards of glass,littering the concrete floor.
You'll all see! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!"
*Completed*
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Monophobia
Short StoryConsumed by imagination for all the years she suffered aloneness. Her own mind drowned the fear with an imaginary friend,driving her to madness. Eleanor Stanton never existed. She never had,but Blair will never see that. Never.
