Who Needs Normal?

Chapter 1

•Before I get started, I just wanted to say that I thought of this when I was scared and sad, so I hope I can incorporate those feelings into this story. Also, that's Kaleys outfit up there 👆. Okie? Okie. Buh-bye now, enjoy the chapter, friends!•
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"Morning!" I said tiredly with a smile as Lilli got n
the bus. She sighed, shook her head, and laid her head on her hand to keep it up. She blew at a strand of my hair. "Why're you so depressed?" I asked, tilting my head. Lilli glanced to the side and sighed again. "Just fuck off, Kay." She pulled her blue hood up over her head. All she could do was stare; stare out the window at the frosty grass and horses in blankets and cows staring as the bus passed.

"Come on, talk to me. You know Dad wouldn't want you—" "He's not real, Kay. You just keep saying that, 'Dad won't want you being sad. Think of how you used to be.' It's a figure of your fucking imagination, you idiot. Nobody has a red-haired dad who actually loves them. Let's face it, we'll both never have anyone who loves us." Lilli growled. I choked on air. "N-no. You're w-wrong. He's real. He has to be— he has to..." I sputtered. "You really need fucking proof? Watch, this Christmas. He won't be there. Watch. I thought you'd grow up eventually, apparently I need to help with that." My eyes grew to the maximum size. Ouch. "Y-you don't mean that..." I whispered. "Learn a lie from the truth." Lilli shot back in a growl.

(Lilli's POV)
Kaley shrunk down in her seat. My eyes filled with tears. My dream came back to my memory.

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"They're not real. They never were. Kaley, she's just a kid. They were your imaginary friends, Lilli, just face it. It's just imaginary." "No!" I screamed. And then the mirror I was looking in broke, not showing my reflection, but instead showing... them. I gasped and reached out to my dad. He reached out, too. I tried to grab his hand— it went right through him. His face showed pain and regret. I screamed in pain and sadness. And then I woke up.
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I felt like I'd been shot in the stomach, struck with an arrow. Kaley always had this beautiful, astounding hope that her father and my father would come some day— That they'd pick us up in their loving arms and Dad would kiss my head and tell me everything was okay, that I was safe and I didn't have to go through that again. But no. I'm stuck with suicidal depression, and a best friend that struggles with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, self hate, self harm, suicidal thoughts and actions, and an eating disorder. And she still believed in her imaginary father.

(Kaley's POV)
"She's probably fine, Kaley. Just don't worry, alright?" Olivia advised me once I told her about Lilli, leaving out the dad part. If I told Olivia, she'd think I was crazy. That I was insane. She wouldn't be wrong. "Hey, cheer up, Princess. Your crown's falling." Olivia commented. I tilted my head up and wobbled a bit, as if I actually had a tiara on my head. I smiled. She giggled. "That's my girl. Aren't you SO excited for Christmas? It's gonna be so much fun!"

"SO much fun!" I squeaked, balling my fists and bouncing up and down. "We're gonna have so much sugar!" My mouth started watering. "So... much... sugar..." "Focus, Casanova." Olivia demanded, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I shook my head. "I mean, what were we talking about?"

I caught sight of an angel out of the corner of my eye. Olivia was talking, but I didn't hear her. "Gotta go." I murmured, stumbling off shyly, terrified to make one mistake even in my walking.

"There she goes again... bye, I guess." Olivia said softly,  sighing and then going off to find her own friends.