Fading Friend

A Friend

"Good morning, mum." Isaiah says cheerfully as he walks into the large kitchen, where Isaiah's mother was flipping eggs. She smiled to her son and replied, "Morning. How did you sleep last night?"

"Very well!" he looked to the right side of him, "How about you Alphie?" His mother tightened her lips. "Honey...nobody's there."

Isaiah gasped and frowned at his mother. "Mum, you're hurting Alphie's feelings! You know she's sensitive." he scolded his mother. He turned back to me.

"Are you okay?" he asked me. I slowly nodded and smiled. "It's okay, Isaiah. It's...not her fault she can't see me." I mumbled. He patted my shoulder, but to his mother, it looked as if her son was petting the air. "Now let's eat some breakfast!" he exclaimed with a wide grin.

I rubbed my stomach, even though I wasn't hungry. I never was. "I'm not very hungry." I told him. "Are you sure?" he asked me with a concerned look.

"Yes, I had a...giant meal while you were sleeping." I lied. "Again?" I smirked and nodded. "Sorry, kiddo."

We walked over to the table and Isaiah pulled out the closest chair to him for me. I sat down and patted out my pale blue dress.

His mother served him and went to her bedroom to wake up her husband. A few moments later he walked out with his glasses on and hair unkept.

"How's it going, cowboy?" he asked Isaiah. He looked to the chair where I sat. "And you're doing good to, Alphie?" Isaiah's mom elbowed her husbands side.

"Hey, hey there! Calm down. We can't treat Alphie like she's some type of animal. Or like she's...fake." he said while rubbing his side and looking to Isaiah while he said fake.

He held out his hand as if to shake my hand. I knew he didn't see me, only Isaiah could. After all, he was the one who made me up in the first place.

I held out my hand to shake his, but my fingers just went through his. I sighed quietly and leaned back in my seat.

"We better hurry. We might miss the bus." I tell Isaiah. He stuffs his face and nods.

With his mouth full, he tells his parents, "Goodbye guys! Alphie and I have to hurry on our way, we might be late!" He grabs my hand and we begin our daily run to the bus stop.

Today will be a good day, I think as we sit down at the bus stop bench.