entities.

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A world full of imagination is brighter than a plain world of dull, infinite painted white walls. Especially with young kids, many youngsters harvest a vast amount of fantasies and worlds filled within tons of colorful, happy things.
Although the phrase goes "everyone is different", they still aren't wrong with that. Its like the simple comparison of the minds that belong to girls and boys. Girls think of pretty, colorful and beautiful things like unicorns, rainbows and kittens! Boys think of rowdy, fun and sporty things like robots, superheros and soccor!
But, what if those mindsets switched among the two types?
Of course, everyone is allowed to think, feel and say anything they please to, considering it contributes to themself independently. Butnwhile in a society scattered with people who can diss on you for almost anything such as religion, feelings, beliefs, and even how you express yourself..

..What's the point in saying a word?

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Years of living in quiet, soft solitude seems like a paradise for your fellow introverts and socially awkward kids, correct?
Being alone, being able to let your thoughts run wild as you lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling with a pleased face.
For others.. not so much. Not even for those who've been like that since birth. Parents afraid of their beloved child being mistreated outside in the cruel enviroment we now have, its such a mess one might think.
Being secluded from the world for what people think it is, or maybe because its of your own fears.

Or because no one finds you pleasant to be around.

"Oh, lovely darkness, might you tell me when father will allow me outside to play with the other girls?"
The voice of a young girl could be heard faintly throughout the massive house she had inhabited. No big deal, she was only talking to..

The corner.

You see, when being alone for so long, your mind tends to see stuff that aren't really there. You grow paranoid of the same walls that trap you inside it, unable to escape. Unwillingly making you hide under the covers, continuing to think there are monsters in your closet.

But what if something was actually there?

"Father hasn't returned yet, what do you mean I can go now?"
The young girl's voice echoed with a tone of confusion through the room she was in.

She in fact, is Darkaria Willson.

Darkaria was a young girl who lived up in the quietest parts of Pennsylvania.
She didn't mind it much, considering that she's lived in the house her entire life, or as far as she can remember.
Her father, Oliver Willson, was a famous retired British detective. After so many constant murder cases in the same area that he once lived in when Darkaria was only an infant, he decided it was best for him to quit and move to somewhere where it was reported safer, somewhere where he didn't need to worry about his daughter being injured or taken away..

So why not move to Pennsylvania?

Due to her father's paranoia, he didn't ever let Darkaria out of the house, so she wasn't ever given the chance to experience what its like to make friends or memories in a public school.

"We ca- I can't risk getting in trouble for disobeying father, yknow."
She sighed, plopping herself back onto the rugged floor of her bedroom.

Who exactly was she speaking to?

Darkaria is still very young, 9 years old in fact, so her imagination creates unrealistic figures of people that she considers her 'friends', normally called imaginary friends.
But.. these type of imaginary 'friends' seem off by a ton when exploring most of the ones children her age create.
They're usually vibrant, colorful magical creatures, something very pleasant and nice for a child to have in their mind.
But.. Darkaria's doesn't fall under that category.
She usually talks about many for what her father has caught onto over the years, but theres this one that she mentions mostly, and the one who stands out the most.
She refers to him as "Mr. Darkness", saying he is a tall man covered in only black, one giant white eye present on his entire face. None of his features could be made out since hes only covered in such darkness, hence his name, but that his silhouette appears as a man with a suit and a fedora.

"Mr. Darkness.. may you tell me, am i like the other girls in befriending you?"
She was usually so open to this imaginary friend of hers, perhaps way more open than she is with her father at times. She trusts this entity as if she was her own best friend, or taking the place of an important person she had never seen before,

Her mother.

Darkaria never got to ever see or speak to her mother, considering her mother lost her battle with leukemia when Darkaria was 7 months old.
Her father would always tell her stories on how she looked, how nice and kind she was, and obviously how much he loved her.
Darkaria was the only part of her that he had left, and devotes his life and soul making sure shes safe, healthy and happy.

Suddenly, the shift of a door knob was heard, making Darkaria jump up with joy.
"Father is home!"
She beamed with excitement.
And just like that, she left Mr. Darkness all by himself,

Forgetting to call away the entities.