imaginary friend➸[adamandriel one-shot]

"can we go?"

"no, honey, you have to see your therapist."

"I don't need a therapist."

"adam...you see things that aren't really there. I think mr. gray can help you with that."

"how? by shoving pills up my ass and hoping they work?"

"adam, don't use that kind of language."

"mom...just...please don't make me do this."

"it's for your own good, honey"

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"now, adam, do you know why you're here?"

"my mom thinks I'm crazy."

"adam, you're not crazy."

"she says I see things that aren't there."

"you do, adam."

"he's real, doctor, I swear."

"what's his name?"

"samandriel."

"samandriel? that's a bit odd."

"yes, well, he's an angel. he's the angel of imagination, thoughfulness, fertility and creativity."

"what religion?"

"one that's real, obviously."

"what does he look like?"

"well, he said that in heaven, he had a towering form which had like seven heads and four thousand arms or some shit, but on earth he has to take a vessel. you know, a person to hold him while he's on earth. his vessel has light brown hair, which is sometimes dark, it really depends on the light. he also has these like...bright blue eyes, which kind of remind me of the sky. except they sort of have some grey and green in them."

"adam...I'm sorry to tell you this, but your friend samandriel isn't real. you can see him and he looks and feels real, but he's not. I think you have a mental illness called schizophrenia. it's when you see and hear things that aren't actually there-"

"samandriel is real, and he's nice. he's the only person who's ever been nice to me, so please don't talk bad about him."

"samandriel's not real."

"sorry, doc, but you're wrong."

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"and then he told me you weren't real," adam complained, weaving a flower into his half-made flower crown. "like...he's supposed to help, right?"

"I suppose. I don't know what a therapist is though," samandriel said softly, copying adam's actions in an attempt to make a flower crown as well.

"well, when people have a mental illness, they see a therapist. for mental therapy. they're supposed to help."

"but if yours does not help, why is he a therapist?"

"I don't know," adam muttered, his voice trailing off.

"perhaps he failed in therapist school," samandriel offered, his blue eyes shining gracefully.

"he probably did. he's rude too. says you aren't real. he also said that he thinks I have schizophrenia."

"schizoflehnia?"

"schizophrenia."

"schizelfrena"

"schiz-o-phren-ia."

"what's that?"

"it's a mental illness that makes you see and hear things that's aren't real. but you're real, samandriel, right?"