Imaginary Friend

Part 1

It began when Devin turned six.

Everything began to fall apart. It was only then I realized that our friendship was breaking into bits and pieces until it would no longer exist. I knew this day would come, but not so soon. All our adventures and experiences together happened all too quickly. 

I was loosing him and couldn't do anything about it.

First it was the fancy video games that he got for his sixth birthday. He would slowly spend more and more time playing digital games rather than going on adventures through the Amazon or even playing dinosaurs with me. 

That was when the blisters started to appear. Day by day, they grew in number and spread across my hands like a disease. I could barely move my fingers without a few blisters bursting painfully. But that was only the beginning.

Once school got out that year, Devin went over to his friend's house to swim in their pool almost once a week every week. He always forgot to invite me along, leaving me by myself at home. As if mockingly, my skin paled and dried while Devin's skin tanned and smoothed over. Each time he left me, my dry arms cracked more and sometimes bled. By the time school started again, my arms were cracked more than broken glass. I could no longer give my sweet Devin hugs.

I took every opportunity to talk to him, but he scarcely replied. Even when I went to school with Devin, he would often ignore me like I was embarrassing. One day he told me to stop coming to school with him, said that his friends would make fun of him if he had an imaginary friend. I was stricken, but agreed with him. If he wanted me to stay home every day, then so be it. I did't want Devin to be fun of, so I would do what was necessary.

After a week of watching him leave for school without me, mouth sores popped up inside my mouth, which made it difficult to talk. Then my lungs grew heavy, as if an elephant was constantly sat on my chest. My energy level grew weak trying to keep up with Devin while battling all the painful afflictions that had happened. He was just too fast for little old me.

I began to fade when he threw his old toys away. I sat by as he left the past and myself behind, forgetting all that we had done.

Tears streamed done my almost non-existent face. My little Devin had grown up. He had no room in his new life for me.

Goodbye Devin, I thought one last time before my eyes closed and I faded away.