Bad news, this is going to be the last writing prompt for this month. I was going to try and make up for the one I missed, but this writing prompt just did not inspire me like I thought it would. I thought it would be fun, but I just couldn’t think of anything good. It might also have something to do with my funk I have been in.
I think the only way to get out of my funk is to move away from all the things that held me back this month, and this writing prompt was something I saw as holding me back, no matter if it did or not. So, I am giving you one more story and I am moving on.
I hope you enjoy this one. I wrote this one with a tad bit of help from my brother. 🙂
Life as an imaginary friend is a lonely life. The only person I can talk to is the child who can see me. There are no imaginary friends to speak with, we can’t see one another. Until the child is at least 5, the conversations are limited to babbling and nonsense. Even at 5 there is nonsense to it, but almost intelligent. My child, Chris, is now 10 and we have wonderful conversations. He adores me, but he is slipping away, I am fading.
He used to talk about me to his parents all the time. They finally told him that he was just too old to be talking to the air. No matter how much he tried to convince them that I was actually there. It didn’t help that I couldn’t move anything like they asked. I couldn’t prove I was there. Then he stopped talking to me while they were around. He didn’t talk to me when his friends where around. The only time he did talk to me was at night, when he was trying to go to sleep. I told him stories.
It’s not fair that I have to fade away while this ungrateful child continues on with his life. If it wasn’t for me he would have had a lonely life. If it wasn’t for me he wouldn’t have been able to talk to other kids, he wouldn’t have any friends now. What is he going to do when I disappear for good? He won’t survive. He is too strange and when I am not there to warn him to tone it down, he will lose all his friends.
I decided that I was going to take his life. I am going to become him and he will be the one to fade away. I deserve the life he is living, because his life is because of me. Chris still trust me and I will use it to my advantage. I will convince him to let me into his mind. I will do it tonight.
“Chris.” I say while he is lying in bed trying to sleep.
“Ed, I’m trying to sleep.” He grumbles, but he turns to face me.
“You know I am fading away.” I tell him. He looks sad for a moment and nods his head.
“I know, but it is a part of life. You were never meant to be around forever and there isn’t anything I can do about you leaving.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to go either.” I smile at him, happy to hear his confession. I stay quiet for a moment, debating on what I was doing. A moment of doubt…”But it’s time.” He says, crashing any doubts I had. He wanted me to leave; he just didn’t want to hurt my feelings.
“I know a way I can stay with you forever.” I tell him, his eyes brighten and I know that I have him. There is no turning back.
“Please tell me.” He says, sitting up in his bed, eyes wide with excitement. “Will others be able to talk to you and see you?”
“Yes, they will all know me. They will call me by name. They will know that you and I are best friends.”
“Fantastic.” Chris says, his smile so big I imagine it ripping open his face. “What do I have to do?”
“Close your eyes and open your mind.” I tell him.
“How do I open my mind?” He asks.
“Just pretend you are showing all your memories on a screen in your head. Like a movie. Don’t hold anything back. Show the whole story.”
I placed my hands to each side of his head and I took a deep breath. I just had to slip into his memories, weave myself between all the good and bad. I was turning myself into a mist that would cover it all, I would push him out and take over his body. I felt myself fading into his mind. I was watching his whole life. I knew it all, I had lived it all. I saw where I was, and the pedestal he had put me on. He thought the world of me. Another doubt ran through me. I saw his own doubt. He wanted to tell the world of me. He wanted everyone to know his best friend. Had I been human, with a heart, it would have broken and I would have stopped. But I was imaginary and imaginary friends don’t have hearts. I took over his mind, his body, pushing his soul to the back of mind. I locked it in a corner, locked it up tight and dared it to try to escape.
I could hear his sobs and then, I felt his heart. My heart now. It was shattered, broken, it was pained.
“What have I done?” I said as I opened my eyes and observed my new hands, arms, body. I was the child I once loved and protected.
“Chris?” A soft voice came from the bedroom door. My new eyes focused on the woman that Chris called mother. I felt a tear run down my face as Chris pushed at the door I had locked him behind.
“Mommy, help me!” The voice came from me, but it was Chris. He was fighting hard.
“What is it?” She asked as she rushed into the room.
“I’m sorry, bad dream.” I told her, pushing Chris back again.
“Poor baby.” She said as she hugged me. I smiled, feeling Chris fight again.
“I want to be called Ed.” I told her.
It wasn’t long after that first night that the parents caught on that something wasn’t right. With every question they asked, Chris got stronger. It was harder to hold him back and he slipped through more and more. I was already in his head though, he couldn’t push me out. He wasn’t strong enough, and I was going to make sure he never got strong enough to do that.
Now, Chris and I share a body and mind. It gets harder every day. The pain in my chest, my broken heart of betrayal, hurts more with every passing day. It makes it worse on the days that Chris is able to push forward.
“The truth is, he has always been here.” Chris tells the doctors. I let him handle the doctors. I don’t like them. Actually, I don’t like human interaction like I thought I would. “I will never be able to get rid of him.”
“I will never let go.” I tell Chris, using his mouth to speak.
“Ed?” The doctor says. Our eyes widen and I step back.
“He doesn’t like you.” Chris tells the doctor. “He doesn’t like people” Chris says. With his words I feel the pang of an idea. “You have to let me out of here.” He tells the doctor. “If I am around people, he will go away.”
Panic warms my senses and I push Chris back into his prison. It won’t last long, but I have to keep him quiet. He will grow stronger with people around him. I have to keep him here in the asylum. I have to keep him away from people. I don’t want to fade away.
“Chris.” The doctor says. “How will Ed go away if you are around people?” I say nothing, standing from the chair and leaving the room. The doctor calls after me, but I ignore him. I make my way back to our room, sit on the bed with my knees under my chin and rock. I have to concentrate to keep Chris locked away.