Images in our Heads [On hold]

Little kids get lonely. Until they aren't. They become bored. Until given a task. They make up their friends.

But only some take them for real.

There's a lesson we're taught at a young age- To know what's real and what isn't. To understand what's good and bad.

So what happens when we fail that lesson? What happens when our dreams- Images- Thoughts- Wishes- What happens when they become our own reality?

What happened to being 'just an image in our head?'

*****

'Do it.' He said.

'Why?'

'Because. I'll leave if you don't.' He said.

He was lonely, so he did it. It hurt. His nails were bloody and his face hurt. X looked at the walls, confuse, and pointed to one the words and looks at him.

'Let me out.' He said as the small boy looked at him. 'Don't worry, you've already done that.' He smiled at the confused look. Xisuma pointed to a new scar on his face. 'What's that?' He asked.

'What you've done.' He responded.

WARNING: Some blood, gore, possibly triggering topics.