theanalyn
"Sa-rah...Sa-rah..." Sarah was my imaginary friend when I was 6 years old. My family and I had just moved into a new house and there weren't many children in the neighborhood. Actually, I don't believe there were any. So, I created my own friend. We'd play hide and go seek in my backyard. She'd braid my hair while we'd sing songs together. But as I got older, I played with her less and less. When my baby sister Lily was born, I was usually in charge of taking care of her; I didn't have time to play anymore. I don't remember what age I stopped playing with her; I probably just forgot about her. I'm now 16 years old. I haven't even thought of Sarah since I was maybe 10. Now, all of a sudden, I have nightmares about her. I see her outside in the woods. I hear her singing. Sometimes I can feel her, touching my hair. But this isn't what freaks me out. I'm more scared that I'm not the only one who is aware of her. I fear that Lily is next....