Forgotten Memories.

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                                                                    Forgotten Memories.

Hello,                                                                                                                                                                               I'm writing this to tell the story of why I'm here, at St. clements mental institution. It all began when I was about 4 years old, I had just becan elementary school and had no friends so I made an imaginary one, Alex. He was so handsome, he had tar black hair and crimson eyes like flames, his skin was pale almost white and he was always smiling. He never changed out of his black shirt and aqua jeans that had always been torn at the knees, his red sneakers had a skull on the back and he looked so good in the clothes! He was a fun and adventurous boy so when we played together he always had ideas for a game like army or tag. My family always made out that Alex was a real guy and treated him like any other human. 

A few years later I began high school and made many, many friends there, soon I completely forgot about Alex and his playful antics, I got a boyfriend named Shane causing memories of Alex to dissapear even further into the shadown of the corners of my mind. One night I woke as I felt like I was being watched, to my surprise Alex was layed beside me, watching me...

I began to see Alex everywhere and lost all my friends when I spoke to them about the problem, I got bullied and developed a deep set anxiety problem. I hyperventilated whenever I saw Alex as his appearance changed more and more.

Now, now he has grey skin and his eyes are sunken, they constantly glow a steady red , he has a few strands of hair on his head but that is not all, he is so skinny that his tattered clothes barely hang onto his frail body and all of his bones are visible through his skin, he is waiting for my one mistake where he can get revenge, he swore to tear every limb from my body and leave me mangled and bloodied on the pavement, he told me he would be laughing and that he would make EVERY memory of me dissapear just like my memories of him did. I just fell in the gardens, now he is making his way over, goodbye cruel world...

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