Imagination

01

As a child my mother told me stories of magic and monsters, both good and bad. Being as young as I was I believed every word, as I got older my imagination contenued to grow. I would imagine these creatures, they would come to life and they would play with me. Casting spells and making my dolls come to life.
I told my mom about it, inviting her to a tea party that one of my creatures had planned. Of course she said yes, we had a great time, well I did.
I got many strange glances from my mother. I guess at the age of 10 she thought my imaginary friends would have gone away by now. I am in middle school, no, my creatures weren't gone, they had changed slightly, just like my friends at schools did. They didn't look as childish or short, in fact they began to look like normal people... Well Simi normal.
They would have bright purple eyes and striped hair or tails and horns. My mother told me it was time to forget about them the night I asked her to help me get one out of my bed. I didn't want to get of them, they didn't want to leave me either.
They told me to pretend that I had stopped seeing them, just infront of my mom. She didn't buy it though, in fact she said it was more noticeable and suggested I get help... Mental help.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I remember she had pulled out her phone to call a doctor and shooed me away, and it was from that point on there was a deep burning feeling I would get when ever she would look at me.
Something in the back of my mind always seemed to whisper, just show her. Only I didn't know how, I wanted her to see them, I wanted to prove her wrong but I was confused on how to do it.
We had tried everything, they even tried throwing stuff while she was looking. I knew she seen it, there was one time it left a dent in the wall, the dent is still there today. She always found a way to twist it around and say I had thrown it, most of the time there was no way I had thrown it, it came from another direction.
As the years went by my monsters got more anxious to show themselves. They would yell at my mom, they would move things around turn off lights, even mess with her hair and clothes.
No, my creatures are not ghost because they aren't dead. They will not die until I do. They can't float through walls, they can't take over someone's body. They are like normal people... That only I can see. They are just like that person that sits in the back of class and the teacher doesn't call on because they know they won't answer.
My dad had tried to convince my mom to just leave me be. She of course didn't listen and it only made her more angry. She would threaten to take things away or ground me if I didn't stop seeing them.
Eventually she did, she took my toys, books, crayons, even pictures of my grandma I had hidden under my pillow. Today all I have in my room is a bed and clothes. The walls, extremely bare, no posters or pictures.
To this day I don't understand what she was thinking, you take away a childs source of entertainment, they create their own.
Despite my room being so bare, I spent all of my time in there, considering I have school, its complicated to avoid my mom the way I would like to.
I had friends that would come knock on the door and ask if we could hang out but my mother would say I was sick even though most of the time I had just seen them at school.
My mother I feel, isn't all there. Mostly because of my disorder she felt like there was a certain way she had to go about things. Not only is she wrong but the things she does is flat out stupid.

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I felt a tap on my arm while laying in my bed early Monday morning. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry from sleep. I turn to see Izzy, one of my friends.. slash creatures.
She was mostly human besides her long grey fluffly tail, ears, and cat nose. Somewhat a werecat, without all the exaggeration of modern day movies. She has no facial hair or hair on her hands or feet, no paws or read beady eyes, no hunger for human flesh, in fact Izzy is a vegetarian.

"Good morning, Emmie" she sang.

I smiled slightly, struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Awe" I heard her say. Before I could ask why she had said it I got a face full of fluff. "Wake up!" she giggled.

I yelped and tried to move her tail then when it was obvious she wasn't stopping I sat up.

"Finally" she put her hands on her hips. "Now go get dressed" she pointed to my bedroom door.

"Do I have to?" I whined.

"Yep" a small voice said followed by a yawn. I looked over, it was Bambie, a small creature that was somewhat a mix of a hedge hog and a porcupine, only smaller, and not painful when you touch him.

"If ya don't go you will be dumb.. Like someone I will not name..." he said turning his nose up. "That woman needs to get her head out of her a-"

"Bambie!" Izzy said loudly.

Bambie laughed so hard he almost fell off my shoulder. Making me laugh...making Izzy laugh. I heard my mothers footsteps coming down the hall and we all got quiet. Her heals clicking as they hit the floor.
I scurried to my feet and put Bambie on my bed and rushed over to the door.

"What were you laughing at?" she questioned taking a peek into my room.

"Nothing" I said flatly glaring up at her.

"Nothing?" she opened my door fully and steps inside.

I rolled my eyes and followed her as she inspected my room. "See anything out of the ordinary?" I said sarcastically.

She turned on her heal so fast i'm surprised it didn't break. "Now I do" she said looking at me.

My jaw dropped. I could see Izzy through the corner of my eye, fists balled, face red, looks like she's trying really hard to not bounce off the walls. I glare up at my mother. I could feel the tears coming, I wasn't sad, I was just as angry as Izzy. It took everything in me to hold the tears in.
My mother studied me closely before letting out a sound of satisfaction and began to walk out. Izzy charged at her with full force.
I didn't think to stop her because it happened so fast not only that though but it usually didn't effect her. But she stumbled just as Izzy made contact. She stumbled. She felt it! Izzy looked at me just as shocked. My mom looked at me, anger in her face. "Why did you do that?!"

By the time I realized what was happening she was already right there her hand raised and she slapped me. I shot of pain ran through my face as I stumbled back. I held my cheek and looked at her, I really wanted to hit her back but that is a battle I would definitely loose.
She had never hit me before, not even threatened to. My father ran upstairs looking at the both of us. He looked at me shocked as he walked over and moved my hand. He began to breath heavy. He looked just as angry as my mom did. Luckily he wasn't mad at me, but my mom. He looked at her with that look, his whole face seemed to darken.

"Get out" he said lowly almost sounding like a growl.

"What do you mean Charlie?! she pushed me!" she said her eyes wide

"Get out" he said louder.