I sit on the swing with my friend Sam. No one can see him except me. He isn't imaginary, just not real to you, his body was alive, now he is just his spirit. He was burned alive. Sometimes, all I can think is only if I could've had a stronger grip he would've made it. I heard his scream. Even though the other kids are mean to me, he tries to stand up to them for me, but only I can hear him. He protects me from demons, but not from bullies. He isn't imaginary, it's just his body is dead and all that's left is his spirit; and he cannot leave earth and enter heaven till I can stand up for myself.
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Sam and I
Spiritual"Aren't you a little old for imaginary friends?" The question I get most. "He is not imaginary, you just can't see him." *Trigger warning* Completed Highest rank #445 (Some changes to wattpad were made now its 50)
