replayed [my not so imaginary best friend SEQUEL]

a blank slate

Kate POV

I looked up at the imaginary boy in front of me. He was looking at my lamp. There was a little light in his eye. Like it was reflecting something.

I tried to see where he was looking. There was a little black mass where  my old lightbulb used to be before it died. 

I stood on the bed and reached for it. Jax grabbed my wrist and hesitantly grabbed it himself. He took it out to see a little camera.

It had recorded the whole thing. I grabbed it and took it apart. There wasn't a chip so it must be streaming to a computer. I threw it out the window.

I could hear my parents out in the hall talking about a mad house. Must be some show they're watching.

The door swung open.