Imagination

Goodbye.

My chest felt tight and I am finding it hard to breathe. The only thing I can do is gasp for air. It may sound like I'm drowning but there's not even a single drop of water present.

I wanted to shout but I can't. My throat felt dry and I can't stop the hiccups and sobs coming out from my throat. My cheeks are wet due to the continuous flow of tears like waterfall. I just want to end everything right here, right now. I just don't care anymore.

You would be thinking that a sixteen year old teenager would not have to worry about anything in their life. Well, that is probably some other teenagers but me, because life for me is not what people would expect. It all began when I moved to a new town.

I wasn't really fond to moving to new places, especially a new school because I don't like meeting new people. My father and I had a massive argument when he told us that we're moving to a new state. "We are still moving, whether you like it or not," his words are still ringing in my ears.

My first day of school was awesome. The students were friendly and kind. I felt welcomed there and exactly on the first day of school I made two friends and it stayed like that for a while. I was sad because we left but happy because I have met some new friends and maybe I can introduce them to my old friends. We were really close that it felt like I have known them my whole life -but no.

My father was a teacher in another school. I never knew where or who my mother is and my father doesn't have a good relationship with his family so we only have each other, at the moment. My father comes from a wealthy family but he loss all of it after he met my mother. He told me that she wasn't his parents -my grandparents- ideal type of girl, or that's what he told me. My father never really talked about my mother and I don't know why. I tried asking him once and he yelled at me so I never asked about my mother after that. He even call me crazy.

Ever since we moved to our new house I have these weird feelings that we are not safe here. I tried telling my father but he is always too busy with his schoolwork. He is barely home by day and he would come home very late at night. I understand that he is trying to make money to feed us both and pay for my school fees but our time alone is getting lesser lately. I was scared, and lonely. I told him about the uneasy feelings I have been experiencing at home and he told me that we can't afford to get a new place to stay.

Since he can't skip work all the time to accompany me, he hired a babysitter for me. I grew up having babysitters so I don't really mind having someone to accompany me but this one, this one is a scary one. My babysitter was an old lady -probably around her sixties- and from the way she dress to the way she look, she scare me to death. She doesn't really talk much. All she did is cook for me and stare. She didn't really last for long before my father fired her because he thought that she was too creepy and that we don't need any more scary things or people in our house.

The night after the creepy Miss Jansen left, things got even worse. The crazy thoughts in my head started getting real. Every past midnight I would wake up hearing cries and splashes of water from the bathroom. I was frightened and I don't know what to do. There would also be nights where I had dreams about a lady in the water and waking up feeling paralyzed and soaked. Sometimes, the dream would repeat as well as the lady.

I was getting more afraid as the day goes by. I would wake up every day thinking that it was over but no, it's not. The slender face the lady had kept me thinking that she would always be there. I was going mad -or that is what I think. My father would try to bring me outside and try to make me interact with my neighbors. My neighbor, who is a single mother, happened to have a twin child - Gabrielle and Rebecca -who is around my age. We could talk about anything forever. That was until I went out -because I heard Rebecca's voice calling me- to find a lady crawling in a very inappropriate ways. Her legs are like tangled and her head was turning almost three-hundred and sixty degree. Her face was blank but the direction she was facing was directly at me.

Gabrielle would always come and visit me with his sister, Rebecca and their dog, Pug. Since the doctor thought I had some mental disorder, they gave me some medicines to take when it comes. It does help because as soon as I take them, I would fall into a deep sleep straightaway. At the same time, I would be having the same nightmares I had previously so I don't really think it's a good thing for me.

Every single dream is like telling me a story. Through the dreams I discovered the secrets to life. My mother didn't actually die giving birth to me; instead she died three months after I was born. She went crazy and she was killed by her own self. She drowned herself in the river and at the same time she tried to run away. I, on the other hand was haunted by her ghost. I was so angry and heartbroken. I just don't understand why my father had to keep it a secret from me.

The door flew open and Gabrielle ran inside the bathroom. "Beatrice, stop!" he screamed. I was shaking uncontrollably. My rapid breathing can be heard miles away. I heard footsteps coming towards me. I shook my head, "Don't. I can't do this anymore, Gabrielle". I really can't do this anymore. One secret was too much burden for me. I can't think clearly anymore.

"Goodbye Gabrielle," was all I said before everything turns black.

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Hello again! I'm really sorry for not updating it's just that I've been really busy but here's a story!

It's not an imagine, I wrote this last year for a story writing competition but I hope you like it! ❤

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Thanks for reading!

-Neeya :)