Shattered Like Glass

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Imagine this: A 10 year old child with one of the smartest brain in the world. I can any solve any math equation. I can win any strategy game. I can solve any riddle. Best of all, my imagination is so detailed that it seems like real life. I have everything I need. That's what it seems like, doesn't it. However, there is something I can never achieve. My heart can never feel full. My mother says it's because I don't have any friends, but what does she know? I have Alice, a girl my age that I imagined. My mind is my world anyways. 

"Alice, what should I do about my mother?" I imagined a little girl in a pretty light blue dress (image at top). She flicked back her long black hair and stared at me with her piercing eyes. 

"Alina, you don't need anyone, but me." Alice replied. She ruffled my messy blond hair gently. She continued to stare into my sea green eyes before whispering, 

"Besides, no one will make you feel full." Her intense indigo eyes seemed to bore into my soul. I felt a shiver run through my spine. My mind raced with questions. What is she thinking? What is she planning? You'd think I know the mind of my own creation, but Alice has always been the only puzzle I can't solve. She's too...human. As you can see, socializing isn't my strong suit. 

"Let's play a game of chess." I decided finally. Alice smiled slightly and nodded. There was something about her sly, smug grin that scared me. A glossy, glass chest board shimmered onto the coffee table. The grin relaxed itself to an emotionless mask. The same one I never seemed to be able to read. 

"You go first." Alice's face remained emotionless and unreadable. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. I need to break her tough mask and bring out the nervousness that everyone feels when they mess up. I need to cloud her mind with worry. I need to give her anxiety. 

"D2 to D4." I glanced at her eyes. Her face remained completely relaxed and careless, but she was slightly chewing on her lips, concentrating on her strategy. I felt my brows knit together as I zoned in. Alice knows my strategies more than I want her to. I need to think carefully and try something new. 

"Your turn." Alice said softly.