Short stories, Poems, Etc.

untitled short story

"Mommy! Park!"

"Ava, honey I'm sorry. We can't go to the park today. It's raining."

"Park! Park!"

"No Ava, no park."

"Kyra! Park!"

"Kyra? Who's Kyra?"

Ah, my favorite memory. Or, one of them, anyway. I'm Kyra. Ava's imaginary friend. Well, imaginary to the rest of the world, anyway. But to Ava, I am the world. We did everything together. But our favorite thing to do is play Hero. It's this game we made up where Ava is in trouble and I have to save her. Little did I know that this was just practice for the day she really needed saving. The day she forgot about me. It started out with her just ignoring me, which I thought nothing of, since it was another game we played. But later that day, I actually began to disappear. I noticed my hand was looking more transparent than usual when I went to start a game of tag. The second I saw my hand wasn't the only part of me looking clear, I knew exactly what was going on. Ava was growing up. And I knew exactly what I had to do, but I had to sneak out.

You might be wondering how and imaginary friend could just "sneak out". Well, it's actually a little more simple than you may think. All I had to do was wait for her to fall asleep and I escaped with her dreams. See? Simple! At this point I was outside, in the real world. And everything looks so...boring. I guess Ava had a really active imagination because this was not what I was used to.

"Well now what?" I whisper to myself as I look over at Ava, sound asleep. "I guess I can just wait here until she gets up...but that would take a while." I sat down on the chair next to her bedside table to formulate a plan, but I ended up falling asleep.

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"AAAAHHHH!"

"AAAHHH!"

"Who are you and why are you in my room!?"

"Uhhh, Kyra! My name's Kyra."

"Are you messing with me? Seriously, who are you?"

"Ava it's me! Kyra!"

"As in my old imaginary friend, Kyra? But she wasn't real."

"Oh that stings." I said wincing.

"Oh sorry...I just never expected--what's up with your hand?"

"That's actually the reason I'm here...Uh, I'm disappearing."

"What? Why?"

"You stopped hanging out with me, you--"

"I forgot about you..."

"Yeah pretty much."

"I guess I just stopped because of...well I...I felt like I had to grow up."

"You don't seem ready to grow up yet to me..."

"Well I am, ok!? I don't need you anymore! You're only good for little kids so you can just go away!"

"But--"

"Just let me forget you!" She cried as I choke back tears.

"You can think what you want but I'm not giving up on you yet. You can't just--"

"Yes I can!" She pushed me aside and ran out of the room.

"...leave me to die..."

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