[ WP ] You meet someone who is exactly like your childhood imaginary friend . You discover they had an imaginary friend that is eerily similar to you .

`` It still feels weird, I guess. Not being able to remember anything, I mean. I just wish I knew what happened!'' I have been going to a psychiatrist for 12 years now. The first few months were to make sure I wasn ’ t suicidal. Since then it ’ s been voluntary. I like having someone to talk to, and Dr. Roberson seems to get me. 
 
 
 
 We always used to talk about the accident, much to my displeasure. See, I don ’ t exactly remember what happened or anything before the accident. All I remember is waking up in a hospital bed. They said that my mom found me outside the 2nd story window to my bedroom. They sent me to a quack to protect me from myself and try to get some memory back. It hasn ’ t worked. 
 
 
 
 “ I don ’ t think it will ever feel normal, not remembering 26 years of your life ” Dr. Roberson replied, “ It ’ s just good to see that you ’ re moving on from the accident. There ’ s no need to waste your life away thinking about the past. ” Recently Dr. Roberson has changed his angle with our sessions. Instead of talking about the accident he seemed to be diverting my attention away from it. I guess this is one of his quack tricks. I can ’ t believe he ’ s still using them after 12 years. It ’ s the only thing keeping us from being friends, his transparent attempts at doctoring me. I know it ’ s his job, but it feels condescending. “ What ’ s making you think about that again, after all these years, slim? ” 
 
 
 
 “ Wait, what did you say? ” A flash, I reached for it. 
 
 
 
 “ I was just saying that I ’ m so glad- “ 
 
 
 
 “ No, what did you call me? ” I demanded. 
 
 
 
 “ I didn ’ t call you anything. ” Worry and determination was etched into my face. I could feel it. Dr. Roberson reached into his desk and pulled out a bottle of pills. “ Here, take some of these. They ’ ll help relax you. ” Why is he being so calm about this?! He should be helping. It ’ s his job! I remember, almost! 
 
 
 
 “ No! I think I can remember. I just need to focus. ” Dr. Roberson is out of his chair now. He ’ s walking towards me. Why am I so afraid? 
 
 
 
 “ Come on, Slim, just take some- “ 
 
 
 
 “ You said it again! Slim. Why does that sound familiar? Why aren ’ t you helping me?! ” Another flash. Of childhood. Long before the accident. I had a friend, no, he wasn ’ t real. He was made up, imaginary! Why is this happening now? “ I remember something! An imaginary friend! What does this mean? ” 
 
 
 
 “ Look you just need to calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We don ’ t want another accident. You always make me do things I don ’ t want to do. Just don ’ t think about it anymore. ” Dr. Roberson ’ s face is unlike I ’ ve ever seen it. It ’ s twisted into anger and worry. 
 
 “ I don ’ t know what you m- “ Another flashback. I ’ m in my bedroom. I ’ m alone, but I ’ m talking to someone… We ’ re arguing. I tell the imaginary person to leave, could I have still had an imaginary friend at 26 years old?! I get up to walk out of the bedroom and… I was pushed. “ I can remember it all now! I wasn ’ t suicidal. I was pushed! ” 
 
 
 
 “ I told you. You made me do it! And now what am I going to do? I can ’ t have you leave with your memory. I can ’ t let that happen. ” Dr. Roberson ’ s face stretched into pure anger. 
 
 
 
 “ I don ’ t understand. My imaginary friend… pushed me! You can ’ t be him! You ’ re real! ” 
 
 
 
 “ I ’ m not sure how it happened. You think you ’ re the only one with memory loss? After I tried to kill you all I remember is sitting behind this desk and you walking in. At first I thought it was some sick purgatory, but this is real. ” 
 
 
 
 “ Wait… why would you want to kill me?! ” This was becoming too much. 
 
 
 
 “ Because you tried to get rid of me! You didn ’ t want me anymore! Enough talking. ” Dr. Roberson pulled out a gun. 
 
 
 
 “ No! Wai- “. 

