I can tell you, with certainty that, most of you who are reading this, had an imaginary friend at one point. A friend you made up because you needed someone, or something, to play with, or simply kill everyday boredom. These friends range from person to another. Most people who had imaginary friends described them as human like figures, with characteristics that described there own personality's. However, no matter how hard you try, making anyone else believe that your imaginary friend is real is nearly impossible. No one, except you, truly believes in your imaginary friends.
When I was maybe five or six, I started Kindergarten. Not many of the other kids there would talk to me, and I wouldn't start a conversation due to my shy nature. I went through Kindergarten with no friends, and not enjoying anything about my upcoming years of education. It wasn't until the beginning of 1st grade that I meant Nick. Nick was the first to talk to me. Later explaining that his imaginary friend, Eric, wanted us to meet each other. As Nick and I became better friends, he would talk to me about Eric. Translating his words and emotions so that we could have one-on-one conversations with each other. As a kid I thought talking to Eric was like a game, and the rules were made up by Nick. After a couple of weeks I became more tuned to Eric's personality. Nick would no longer have to translate what he'd say, it became more like talking to a real person.
When 2nd grade came, Nick had to leave. Because of his absence I no longer had any friends. I figured I make an imagery friend, like Eric. Soon, I created Greg, my new best friend. My parents soon became aware of Greg, seeing him as just a silly game, that I'd soon grow out of. Before long I had a bond with Greg, almost like Nick and Eric. However, Greg was more like me. Everyday I would go outside with Greg and we'd run around the yard and do normal childhood shit. Like throwing rocks into a pond or exploring the woods. As I went further into life, like around 4th grade I soon made real friends. My directions with Greg became less frequent. When I was with my friends, I imagined Greg sad and alone but I still did not talk to him.
By middle school, my thoughts of Greg were completely erased. All the time I spent, was ether by myself or with my friends doing things Greg and I used to do. In the winter when I was in 7th grade, I was sledding and throwing snowballs with my friends. This part I remember well, we were at a large hill, trying to see who could go the fastest and bragging about how good we were at sledding. It was one of the moments you'd never forget, all of us were having fun, until... until I saw him.
Greg, he was standing at the bottom of the hill shivering in the cold, looking at me with sad eyes. I blinked multiple times, trying to clear the images of him from my mind, as I was shocked to see him again. He wouldn't leave, he just stood there. His expression turning 'angrier' the longer I stared at him. I followed his gaze as he stared at my friends with pure hatred. I looked back at him and he slowly vanished.
Although, I never saw him for the rest of 7th grade I never stopped thinking about that day. His face was imprinted in my mind, almost haunting me. I decided I could get rid of my remorse by 'completely' cutting myself off from Greg. I'd destroyed pictures and things I written about him. The only thing I could not destroy was my memories of him. I thought about Greg less and went on with my life.
In my freshman year of high school, I started to see Greg again. However, he was no longer the image I had of him as a child. His face was sunken, and there was no emotion in his eyes. I started seeing him sitting down in my classroom, and at my lunch table. The one strange thing was: no one would sit where he was or walk where he walked. It was almost like, he was a real person. He show up where ever I was, all he'd do is follow me. It wasn't to noticeable but, it was obvious he was still there. The more we saw each other, the more I saw his chance his expression. He became angrier, and started showing up in unexpected places. He was scaring me to the point that I couldn't sleep, and when I did, he would be there, watching me. He began to show up more often in more places. I started sleeping less, do worse in school, and drifted from my friends.
My Parents tried to figure out what was happening to me, but couldn't. They started counseling appointments, later on visits from doctors. All of whom couldn't figure out what was the matter. I was declared "Insane" and taken to a metal hospital where Greg would stare at me for hours driving me even more insane. I became very anxious, seeing images of Greg threatening to kill me.. I started to talk to Greg, asking "Why are you doing this, and what's making you so angry?" but, he never responded. Then finally, he started to repeat four words, "Please don't leave me" each time he said it he got louder, until he was screaming. His face contorting into a deep, evil, smile.
This is my last day, as I finish typing this, I will end my torment and get rid of Greg forever. My advice to you is, 'never' forget your imaginary friends...
