ghostin; jung hoseok

1 | i have an imaginary friend |

Another day, another bruise.

They all laugh as I collide with my locker. Because they pushed me.

Nothing surprising.

But it still hurts.

It hurts that I'm just a piece of trash to them, just another insignificant piece. Another kid they bullied.

But I still cry. Not because I get shoved into lockers everyday, but because I have no friend. No friend who stands up for me when I need them the most.
The only friends I ever had my whole life was a girl named Tia and my mom. Tia moved away when I was in 5th grade, and please, don't get me started on my mom.

She's great and all, but she'll practically call the school principal if she ever came to know that I'm bullied, and trust me, I don't want to become a special target for those mindless predators.

But actually, unlike popular belief, they aren't really mindless. They're clever, but in anything except studies.

Not that I'm the topper of the class, but at least I have decent grades.

But clever or not, I'm glad that neither my schoolmates, nor my mother, have discovered my secret.

I, in fact, do have a friend.

Kind of.

I mean, it would have been good if he really existed, but anyways.

His name's Hoseok. It's funny how he even occurred to my unoriginal head.

I first saw him in my dreams.

Do you know that dreams are conversation between your conscious brain and subconscious?

At least my subconscious understands me.

Well, one night I dreamt of him befriending me at school, and the thought was so welcoming that I couldn't let go of him since.

I always imagine him beside me. Talking to me, a 10th grader, about random things, calming me and my emotions.

I know he isn't real, trust me, I don't have a mental disorder. I have an imaginary friend.