Make-believe • e.d

3.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing"

"Then how did you get in?"

"Get it"  he chuckled  "I never left"

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"What do you mean?" I asked with a shaky voice. "How the hell did you fucking walk through the wall?"

His face was blank and then he smiled and continued to stare at me.
Oh my god.
He's a psychopath.

"HELLO. Answer me" I said with my fiercest tone.

"Sorry" he apologised. "This is just- how can yo- you're amazing"

He moved closer to me and took a seat on my parents bed.

"Explain" I repeated

"Well can you put the" he paused looking at my hands. "What even is that?"

I hadn't realised I had as holding my dads laptop charger as a defence weapon.

"Don't tell me what to do" I said rather quickly. "And you haven't answered my question"

"Okay okay"
He put his head in his hands for a second and took a deep breath. He looked up and our eyes met again.

"No one else can see me" he said
"Well except you"

"That's impossible" I said laughing mockingly, still holding the charger tight

I heard the sound of a door being shut and both our heads snapped in the direction of the door.

"SANDRA"
It was my mother.
Oh thank god.

"I can prove it to you right now" he said with a smirk on his face.

Before I knew it he was racing across the hallway and down the stairs. I panicked and rushed after him, with the charger still in my hand.

I walking into the kitchen to see my mom and saw my brother on the couch on his phone. My dad was also on his phone.

Normal.

"How many times have I told you that you should stay downstairs when you're home alone. How are you suppose to here when someone knocks?"

"Sorry ma I was using the toilet"

"Hmm" she looked at the charger in my hand and gave me a puzzled look

"I lost mines so I had to borrow dads" I lied

Am I insane. Was it all a dream. But it felt so real though. Where did the dark haired boy go?

I scanned the living room again .

then I saw him.

He was in the corner leaning against the tv. He gave me a small wave and my heart dropped. How do they not see him?

He shuffled towards my dad and when he came close enough he snapped his fingers in his face.

Nothing.

My Mouth was hanging wide open and I was all sweaty from running.

He then proceeded to my brother and tapped on his phone screen. My brother also had no reaction to this.

Holy shit.

My mom walked out the kitchen and saw me staring at him . Well nothing because she can't freaking see him.

"So how's that head of yours?" She asked

"Huh" I said not taking my attention off the boy

I felt her hand on my warm forehead
"Ohh honey your burning. You weren't lying were you ?"

"Yeah, ma I'm gonna go sleep of this headache"

"Ok sweetie, I'll wake you up for food"

I marched up the stairs with the energy I had left and walked into my room and sat on my bed. I waited for him to return. As I expected he did and He closed the door behind himself.

He was wearing a victory smile and I was hardly breathing.

"How?"