I could remember when you and I were so little. Playing with your Play-Doh, watching your favourite TV show on Treehouse. Those were the best days of my life. How the times have changed now. I now watch as you sit beside me on your bed, texting I don't know who, or snapchatting or something like that. All I know is you pay no attention to me. I try to talk to you.
"So... You wanna do something? Play a board game? Draw? Play with Play-Doh?" I hope to get at least a small laugh out of you, or even some sort of reaction. Nothing. Not even a smile.
"Walk in the park? Come on, it's like ever since you got that phone I don't even exist anymore..." I trail off, hoping you'll say something. You sigh and yell to your mom that you're going to the movies with your friends. It's like the person who would laugh and eat cotton candy with me had become a different person. A person who thought it was "totally lame" to hang out with me. I don't know why I still hung around. I guess I just hoped you would one day be the same person who actually liked me years ago.
"So... you're just going to leave me here?" I get up and follow you down the hall.You stop suddenly, and pull me back into your room. The room where you told me about your first crush. The room where we had our first sleepover. The room that had once held drawings of you and me. The room that has changed so much. Into the garbage went all the drawings, the memories, and I seem to have followed.
"Yeah, of course I am. Look, you're completely lame and dumb. Now shut up, and leave me alone." You walk down the stairs, and I hear the door slam behind you. Much as your room may have changed, it's the only place where you'll talk to me. Not at school, not at the mall, not even at a party. Just in there. When you threw out all the drawings and memories, I tried to find them, but it was too late. That's when I first noticed that you started to stop talking to me. I sit on your bed and wonder why everything had to change. Why did you have to grow up? It wasn't fair to me. After about ten minutes of waiting, I decide that I would leave. I write you a note explaining that I would be at the park or somewhere like that, just in case by some small miracle you would pick it up, read it and decide to join me.
I sit quietly on the bench for about five minutes, when I suddenly see you and your friend walking towards me. You hardly notice me at first, but then you suddenly turn your head and stare at me. I smile at you, but you clench your jaw, and walk on by with your friend, talking about some other girl who you both hate. I try to wave at you, but I can't move. I see you walking further away. I try to speak, but I can't even open my mouth. Tears fall as I watch you walk further away, and replace me with your friend. I now know that I'm unnecessary. I am gone. You've outgrown me, your imaginary friend.
