When i was a child,about 7, i had an imaginary friend. He was the only friend i ever had in the world. I used to play with him all day long, until mum got jealous.
She’d tell me that i was seeing things and i was stupid for thinking he was real.
But he was.

On my 12th birthday he bought he a present, it was a crown. He said i was his princess. But of course mum made me throw it out as she thought i bought it myself.
But i didnt.

When i was 16,he threw me a mini party in my room. It was the best party i ever had! But mum shouted at me for throwing a party and splashing red paint on the walls.
But it was him.

Then i was 18,he told me i didnt need school. He said i could run away with him and we could play all day long. But mum told me it was my lazy side talking.
But it wasnt.

When i was 30 he tried to get me a job. He told me that robbing stores and theift was the best job anyone could get. But mum wasnt so happy about my plans.
But he was.

When i was 40 my mum told me i should stop listening to my friend because he was making me do bad things. I didnt want to but she made me tell him that i wasnt his friend anymore.
He wasnt happy.

When i was 60,my mum died. He told me i shouldnt cry at her funeral because she wasnt worth my tears because she was trying to tear us apart.
So i didnt cry.

And now,as im lying here on my deathbed. Hes beside me. He told me if i follow him down to his home,he will grant me all of my wishes. He told me that down there,he is the king and i will be his queen. And as i take the final breath of my life, i see a glimpse of my future. I see where i am headed. He holds out his hand, I take it. He drags me down to where hes been waiting to take me all my life.

Credit To: Mia Quinn

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