imaginary

 I have been moving every year for thirteen years I have tried to make friends but once you leave that place you loose them so for the past three years I have stayed to myself I have made no friends. Being alone can get very lonely trust me. I sat in my room which held nothing but a mattress and two small boxes. Which was all I ever brought I have had the things in those boxes since I was eight. Because of my being alone I write to fill my time and occasionally draw the characters in my stories. My parents always told me I had a great imagination and im definitely starting to believe them...

I was sitting alone in my room two weeks ago and I had just put the last sentence on my latest story and as soon as I pressed print something odd came out instead it was my main character standing in front of me. I dint know what to do. It was the exact rendition of the way I imagine her to be, long brown hair down past her knees, blue eye and another purple, she had the noes of a rabbit and the tail of a fox she was amazing. I reached for my arm and pinched myself thinking this was a dream but it wast not even close I felt the full extent of the pain rush through my arm. I reached out to touch her but when I did my hand went right through her. I said her name and sh responded with a perfect voice as if it was a role in a movie she was exactly the girl from the book only I couldn't touch her.

It was completely unreal I gestured for her to follow me I wanted to introduce her to my mom but apparently I was the only one to see or hear her. We went into me room and I asked her what she was and how she was hear and to my surprise she told me she was my imaginary friend. I when into complete and utter shock I couldn't get even a word out for at least twenty minutes when she finally waved in my direction and I snapped out of it "my what!" I yelled and she just giggled "we show up when you need us most, which is why I have never been here before you always had someone. But now you have no one so I was sent here to make you happy." she explained to me.

I had thought I was delusional but she talked to me for days explaining how she worked and what made her come to me and with every word I got deeper and deeper away from being sad. She made everything a whole new world she told me things about myself I didn't even know she made me happy and I think I did the same for her. I wanted to tell everyone the story and show them how she made me change how she made me happy gain but any time I took her around another person they just thought I was crazy like I was to old to have an imaginary friend and eventually I started to believe them.

Maybe I was crazy for being 13 and having an imaginary friend. Soon I had blocked her out almost completely and after a few weeks I stopped hearing her it was odd but I thought nothing of it because I still occasionally saw her but when I saw her she looked sad. As If she were broken. Another few weeks went buy and I started to see less and less of her and eventually I didn't see her at all it was as if she had faded away. I relied maybe I had finally gotten rid of her but I still didn't want to forget so I wrote about her I typed a whole story about how amazing she was and that's when I realized I had given up my only friend just because people that didn't truly care for me told me I was acting like a child. By the time I pressed print I was in tears I was broken just the same as she was I had lost everything and I knew I would never get her back. I waled to my bed and I cried for hours it seemed and finally I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and I looked up hoping it was her and it was but this time I could feel her. I felt her warmth and the fur on her noes I felt her she was real I wiped away my tears and hugged her but this time I wasn't letting her go. Ever.