𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Friends

"Good, good. Just like that." Delphine whispered into my ear. She ran her pale hands down my arm and guided my hand to the sharp kitchen knife. "Your mother deserves it. Anyone who's a selfish bastard like her is enough to be killed. This is your chance. You want this."

"Don't!" I heard Amelia shout. My head jerked itself in her direction and my brown eyes focused on her midnight blue ones. She grabbed my face with her tan hands and begged, "don't do it! Please! Think, think, think! Do you really want this?"

"Stay out of this, Amelia. This isn't you scene." Delphine said calmly, walking around me.

"What do you know?" Amelia yelled back at her as she let go of my face.

Delphine stood in front of her; she was taller by a good amount. She was intimidating, with her tall, regal stance, porcelain skin, long fair hair, and glaring green eyes. On the other hand, Amelia was the exact opposite of Delphine. With her dark skin, chocolaty and rich, with silky black hair cut at her chin, and being a little below average height compared to Delphine who was taller than most. But Amelia still stood as tall as she could.

"I know a lot of things, Amelia. What do you know?" She said, hovering closer than necessary to her face.

Amelia stuttered before saying, "plenty of stuff! And you shouldn't be manipulating Cara like that."

Delphine took a glance at me before wrapping me in an uncomfortable one-armed hug. "I'm not manipulating her. She's making this choice for her own good, aren't you?" She asked me sweetly. "She's just feeling a vindictive emotion right now. What else can she do?"

"You can leave her alone. Ever thought of that?" Amelia reasoned.

Delphine grabbed her by the front of her blouse and pulled her off her feet. "What are you trying to say?"

This was getting out of hand. I put a reassuring hand on both of their shoulders and pushed myself in between them. "Guys, just chill. You're getting too upset about this." They both gave me expressions of disbelief. Delphine opened her mouth but I cut her off. "And I think I should just let myself rest for tonight, like Amelia suggested. I shouldn't do anything that I might regret."

"But your mom's out cold. And she's drunk! No one would suspect a thing. Plus, haven't you been waiting for this since forever?" Delphine sputtered.

In truth, I didn't like Mom much yet never wanted to hurt her, but Delphine filtering things into my head and telling me to do stuff switched my mindset. If Amelia never came to the rescue, I would've been fully under Delphine's control.

"Yeah, but I can do it another time. Let's listen to Amelia for a change." I smiled at Delphine. She scoffed and ran to my room, where she slammed my door. The sound resonated in my head.

"Good riddance, why are you even friends with her? You should lose her before she gets to be too much." She said before smiling at me. "Don't worry, I'll always be with you."

Although I preferred Amelia, she could get annoying at times, always wanting to do the right thing; it was tiring. I didn't want to be a goodie-two-shoes like Amelia, but I didn't want to be what one might classify as "evil" like Delphine.

They were so exhausting and frustrating, always arguing and giving me more than what I needed. Sometimes it was just too much, and I just wanted to scream and slam my head into a wall.

They were everywhere, from whispering to me in class, to giggling and making a ruckus while I'm trying to sleep. They make me hate us. Every aspect of us.

And the time when I use to have someone that I actually liked and enjoyed spending time with, they ended up killing her multiple times, making her fade away. She was just too much trouble to keep around if they hated her so much. And, honestly, I wasn't sure how much longer I could watch her drown or be lit of fire.

I wish I could just run away from all of them. Too bad my friends were all in my head. Well, not "friends." My imaginary friends.