-+- My Imaginary -+- Part Nine -+-

So things were brightening up for me. My father was no longer completely ignoring and neglecting me. He now spent time with me every night and actually skipped a golf tournament to go museum hopping with me. Joey and I were together and although we agreed to take things one day at a time, there were sparks I'd never felt before. Alexis was no longer bullying me. I felt somewhat guilty because she'd found a new victim, Cindy the new girl. But after only a few days of harrying, Cindy decided she wasn't going to take Alexis's shit and beat the hell out of her.
Life was quickly becoming wonderful.
Was.
Let me tell you about the downside to a wonderful life: it eventually collapses.
It happened Saturday morning around ten. I was sleeping and I awoke suddenly afraid because I knew there was someone in my room. I heard a small click as the intruder brushed against an object upon my dresser before I opened my eyes. I lay perfectly still, listening for any more hints of an unwelcome guest. My father had already left for the morning so I was sure it wasn't him.
Another click, louder this time. It sounded like they were going through my jewelry box from the tinny metal sounds of the necklaces softly brushing against each other. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell where they were looking so I had no hope of reaching something anything to throw at them. But I figured that if they hadn't woken me up, they hadn't wanted to, so I stayed perfectly still, waiting, waiting, waiting, for them to leave.
They didn't. I stayed with my eyes squeezed shut and my body completely rigid for nearly twenty minutes before I decided to move. Silently, I brought my arm out from under my pillow and took my heavy silver piggy bank from my nightstand. I'd emptied it a few nights before, thankfully, so there was no clanking around in it when I brought it up and readied myself. Taking a fearful deep breath I jumped quickly out of bed and turned, ready to hurl the thing at the man standing there in the half darkness from my dark closed shades. But I froze when he turned around.
Daniel stood in front of me, gaping at my raised arm and ferocious expression. My face changed completely in the mirror behind him and I saw my features take on a shocked and then tearful faade. I dropped the piggy bank heavily onto my mattress where it bounced once before residing inches away from my pillow. I almost collapsed on the spot.
"Daniel?" I whispered, a repeat from the last time I'd seen him.
He nodded, barely smiling but forcing it onto his face for me. I wanted to run across the gap between us just to be near him. I wanted to drown myself in tears while suffocating my sobs with a pillow. But still, I stood there frozen, unmoving, just staring at the boy who'd been by my side all those years. I didn't know if I was happy to see him because I missed him or if I was afraid of him because seeing him meant my insanity. At that moment all I felt was confusion.
We were both silent for an eternity, just taking each other in. He reacted less than I did. While tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes, he seemed sad but barely so. And while I was trembling all over from both fear and anxiety, he was calm and composed. It made me feel farther away from him than ever.
Finally, he cleared his throat nervously and broke the silence. "I have to show you something."
I'd never felt more utterly lonely than I did in that moment. I'd expected him to say something along the lines of "I miss you, please stop taking the Fluanxol" or "how can you try to make me go away?" but I got an emotionless phrase that didn't even let on to whether or not he was surviving without me. And I felt crazy for feeling lonely.
I nodded, flinging some tears from my chin where they had puddled like the dripping bathroom faucet. "Okay," I agreed, my voice gravelly.
"Get dressed and come downstairs when you're done." He seemed detached. Completely dry of feelings for me.
"Okay," I said again. He walked out of the room quickly and I tried very hard not to slam the door in his wake. I changed slowly, trying to get my creaking limbs to cooperate. I didn't bother with make up. I had a feeling it wouldnt last long anyway.
When I got downstairs he was waiting by the door. Silently I put on my shoes. Tears were still freely cascading down my cheeks and I did nothing to stop them. On my way outside I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked as crazy as I felt.
OMG DANIEL IS BACKKKKKK!!!
So how'd you like it? I know I deserve neither ratings or messages but I would appreciate them. Writer's block sucks ass and I was pretty depressed about this for a bit. I love you dearies.