Imaginary

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"He's starting to worry me"
The young boy could hear the hushed whispers from the two adults on the other side of the room.
The woman was balancing a fairly large coffee mug on her knee's.
The other person, a man that his mother called a counselor, or just Michel when his father wasn't around.

They were talking about him, he could tell. But instead he chose to ignore them and became fully absorbed in playing with his building bricks. He would stack them up then ram a plastic truck into the makeshift tower, giggling then rebuilding it. This cycle would continue until his mother told him to stop or he got bored.
At this point he was bored.

"Hey George, let's go upstairs."
The little boy grinned, showing off his shiny white baby teeth.

"He's doing it again."
The mother whispered to the counselor as she curled up into his arms. The boy always thought that it was strange. The councilor wasn't his father. Didn't his mother love his father?

The counselor nodded and scratched his chin, as if he were deep in thought. Because from their point of view they saw nothing.

There was no George. Just air. Her little boy seemed to be talking to himself.

An Imaginary friend. A figment of the young boys imagination.

To the young boy George was his friend, his brother almost. He talked to him about his problems, he slept with him, he even showered with him.

Standing up the young boy whooped and looked at George, running to the stairs with his plastic car in hand. The boy didn't say anything, he never talked to his parent, his counselor, not for three years ever not since George appeared in his life. Now he only talks to George.
His whole life evolved around George.
Once the boy was upstairs he closed the door, he stood on tippy - toes and slammed it shut, giggling at the loud noise.

"They'll never understand you"
George said to the young boy.

Yes, George talked, in a loud voice. The boy was always shocked when he spoke. It scared him, George didn't speak often. So when he did the boy always listened closely.

"I am the only one who understands you."

George never touched the small boy, but at the moment he straightened his crossed arm and reached towards the boy, resting a single hand on his shoulder.

His voice was stern, serious as he spoke. His eyes, focusing on the boy's own.

"Jump out the window"

The boy shook his head, fearing the other. Silently he shook his head again, taking a small cautious step back. He didn't want to listen to George anymore.
He scared him. The small boy shook George's hand off his shoulder, wanting to get away.

George's eyes flashed, he was angry. Why wouldn't this boy listen? His eyes flashed from the calm demeanor they once held.

"I told you to jump damnit! Jump!"

The boy's eyes filled with tears. He hated getting yelled at. Slowly, his small feet carried him to the window. Why should he do this? Why should he jump out the window? He rested his hand on the edge of the open window, standing on his tiptoes. He was high up. His nursery was on the top floor of the house, two stories up.

The tears in his eyes flowed down his cheeks flowed down his face, his cheeks were red, his nose as well.

"I don't want to! I don't want to! I don't!"

His little hands curled into fists and he stomped his feet, suddenly angry at his imaginary friend.

"You can't make me!"

Satisfied with himself he crossed his arms, turning away from the other.

Ultimately the one he was mad at was annoyed. He wanted this boy to die.
Hands out in front of him he walked forward, this boy was a nuisance. Why had he spent so long with him? putting up with the sticky fingers of the child, the annoying bedtime stories where evil fell.

Evil was rising up, bubbling to the surface. And with the death of the boy, this, half demon. It would succeed.

A gasp escaped the child's lips as he felt himself being flung through the window, into the open air.

He was going to die. He screamed, screamed for his mother, his father. George had betrayed him.

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