[ WP ] You are an actor , hired by parents to pretend to be a troubled boy 's imaginary friend .

They paid me thirty five dollars an hour to follow around their son during the weekend. Not bad for a struggling actor like myself, but they did n't give me a single detail about this `` imaginary friend'' of his. This was going to be a challenge, but I knew that I was up for it. Being that it was the weekend, I did n't need to follow him to school, and all he did was stay in his room anyway; odd for a twelve year old kid. I was waiting in his rather large bedroom when he opened the door, unperturbed by my presence. 
 
 `` Hi Christopher,'' I said almost too eagerly, `` it's me.'' He paused and looked at me with the same expressionless face he came in with, and then continued past me directly to his computer. `` Do you.. know who I am?'' I asked, afraid I sounded nervous and that he was n't even buying this act. 
 
 `` Do you know who you are?'' I furrowed my brow and, trying to sound more confident, exclaimed `` I'm your imaginary friend of course!'' He just looked at me. `` Interesting'' he said, his voice cold and cruel. `` What makes you think you're my imaginary friend?'' 
 
 `` Because it's me, your friend!'' Am I really arguing with a child about me being his imaginary friend? `` We can be friends,'' he said without turning his head from the computer, `` but you are not my imaginary friend, Douglas.'' 
 
 `` How do you know my name? Did you hear me and your parents talking?'' This little job is derailing and I am certainly not experienced enough to handle it. `` My parents?'' he asked almost immediately, except this time his voice broke from its monotonous tone. `` Yeah your parents. I give up, you already know your parents hired me this is pointless.'' 
 
 `` They hired you?'' This kid was not getting it, and I have auditions I could be going on rather than argue with a child. *'' YES your parents hired me. `` * I got up from his bed to leave before he immediately stood up. `` You ca n't leave.'' I headed straight for his door, `` Listen kid I do n't have time for this I have audi-'' 
 
 `` What did my parents look like?'' he asked abruptly. I froze for a moment. `` They..'' *Why ca n't I remember? * Ignore it, why am I even entertaining the question. `` Who is the president of the United States?'' *What? * I felt drowsy. `` Douglas? Can you tell me where you live?'' I tried to open my mouth but could n't speak.... 
 
 
 
 I watched from the window in the hallway as I held our son close. I could hear them yelling over the piercing screams of the monitors. He clasped his hands around his ears `` Do n't worry Christopher, daddy will be okay soon.'' 
 
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