"I was in love. Completely and entirely in love with him. He was beautiful and dangerous, and I know that's what kept me around. The way he would breathe my name after a round of Russian Roulette, as if I was his lucky charm. Sometimes I felt like I was, he made me feel like I'm saving him. I knew I wasn't though. I couldn't stop him from doing the numerous lines, smoking the many joints, and injecting the various drugs. I wasn't saving him, I was just making his time here more enjoyable."
Ever since he was little, Michael Clifford had this "imaginary friend". As the time went on she wouldn't disappear, whatever he did she wouldn't go away. She made him do bad thing, she even leads him to killing the people he knows and loves. But she was just imaginary right? It was just his imagination. Maybe this imaginary friend wasn't so imaginary.