Imaginary friend.

"How are you,Charlotte?".Her psychiatrist asked as she sat on her comfortable brown chair with a pen that she clicked open whenever she would feel like writing and a notepad that rested on the arm of the chair.
Charlotte despised her because she just didn't understand her at all and Charlotte doubted that her psychiatrist ever believed even a single word that released from her mouth.
"I'm fine,Mrs.James. Can we start with the stupid therapy session already so that I can leave as quickly as possible?"she snapped and she knew she was being impolite yet disrespectful but could she really be blamed? She was accused of being deranged by the society!
"Yes Ms. Steel,we shall..."she answered softly before settling her glasses on her nose. "So!Did you see him again?" Mrs.James questioned before she clicked her pen open. Charlotte just rolled her eyes in return as annoyance seeped in her because Mrs.James knew the answer to that pathetic question yet she dared to ask."I see him every day. In fact,he's right her,right now , just behind you".she pointed out, biting her tongue in her mouth. She folded her arms and smiled sarcastically before sitting down on the floor because that was the only place she found comfortable. "Oh really?And what might he be doing darling?'. He's uhh...he's just standing there right behind your chair staring at me blankly. His eyes look cold and they're like the void,just black. There are no pupils, no irises, it's just...black."she answered nervously as she started trembling. "Can't you see him?"She whispered before she wrapped her arms around her knees and started moving backwards and forward.Mrs.James just silently shook her head as sympathy was clear in her eyes. 'There is so confusing...why can't you see him?What's happening?"she questioned timidly. raising her voice.