[ WP ] You have had an imaginary friend . One day you find that your friend is no longer invisible to everyone , but you are .

`` John...?'' 
 
 `` Hmm?'' 
 
 `` People are... looking at me.'' 
 
 And they were indeed, almost every person was looking in the direction of John's imaginary friend, or were they? Was it some sort of coincidence? He could n't tell, but every person did seem to have they eyes peeled on Steve; A young lad with paper-white pale skin, blackened eyes around the brims, shaggy black hair, white shirt, grey pants and no shoes. Not surprising that people would gaze at someone who's appearance were contesting that of death. 
 
 `` Are you all right kid? You look like death.'' One of the older gentlemen addressed Steve, there was no mistaking it, people could see Steve, unbelievable. 
 
 `` You can... I mean, I'm fine, I'm fine. I just... How-How do I look?'' Steve stumbled on his own words, unable to grasp the situation, unable to understand what is going on, this was all surreal, out of all things, Steve and John did not expect this. 
 
 *What is going on? * The situation perplexed John as much as it did Steve. 
 
 `` You look like death boy and you seem to be talking to... to nothingness really, I'm just a bit worried, do you need help? My grandson works in McDonalds and he could get you some food.'' The old man offered obviously sickly worried that the young lad in front of him has escaped from some basement he was locked up in. Meanwhile Steve and John stared at the old man wide eyed and trying to not let their mouths drop open. 
 
 `` Sir, he's been talking to me.'' John begun, addressing the old man thinking he may not have realized that Steve and John were talking together. `` Sir he was-Sir...?'' At this point John begun approaching the old man, not understanding why he was n't reacting to him. 
 
 `` I'm fine, thank you, I just, erm... I've just been studying for my final exams.'' Steve tried to reassure the old man. 
 
 The old man dismissed the idea of imprisonment, but there must have been something wrong with the kid, he just did n't seem healthy, unless... `` That's... Well, okay then, that's fine.'' He pulled a piece of torn paper and pencil from his pockets, `` Just remember that if you need help just call this number, these are good people. My son... My son went through a lot and... it was too much for him, if you need help, any help, just call this number. Do n't let your family go through what our did.'' It was a bold judgement, but his wife always told him it's better safe than sorry. One more look at the kid and the old man left, he would n't want to bugger the kid anymore, he did, or tried, best he could to help him. He handed the paper to Steve, with his hand going right through John who was standing between the old man and Steve, trying to get his attention. 
 
 The moment old man's hand went though John both of them knew something was very, very wrong, John was scared out of his mind, Steve merely perplexed, but both agreed that they need some quiet place to talk. Both of them left the town centre, John was supposed to meet with his... his... who was John supposed to meet? Mother? Someone dear to him at least. He could n't remember, his memories became vague and scattered like the wind. 
 
 `` What about the person we were supposed to meet?'' Steve suddenly remembered amidst the chaos in his mind, the event that took couple of minutes at most felt like hours, so many thoughts crossed their minds that the present seemed non-existent, what was happening prior to the incident was a non-factor. 
 
 `` I do n't even remember who we were supposed to meet.'' John scratched his head, trying to think. Think. **Think goddammit! I need to think, but what is there to think about? Where do I start? ** John visibly shaken, emotionally stirred by the situation while Steve just watched him. 
 
 `` It was someone important John.'' Steve continued, `` Whoever it was will be worried.'' Steve always spoke with this monotone voice, until today nothing surprised him, nothing would instil any emotional response from him, not even now would Steve worry or be even as to bothered by this situation, to him it was yet another puzzle he would like to solve. He liked puzzles. To no surprise, Steve has been contrived based on John's rational and logical skills, an attempt to aid John in his education by creating a third person persona of himself that could be able to look at the situation at hand from a different perspective. A successful feat may I add, with Steve's conception being so helpful that John's educational and learning capabilities becoming tenfold of what he was before, John was always an ambitious student but although he had plenty of fuel his engine was lackluster, so to speak, once a mediocre student he has surpassed his peers, climbing to the top of his class, now John was attending University trying to obtain Masters, majoring in Social Engineering and taking a minor in psychology, an attempt to understand and bring his method of education to the schools worldwide, to help prosper the educational field. 
 
 `` I know,'' John answered exasperated, `` I just do n't know what to do...'' And at the verge of tears. His mind was still young, he had yet to learn how to cope with problems, how to tackle them, he was far too emotional, his greatest strength and yet his biggest weakness. The same feeling that drove him forward was the same feeling that caused him to halt, throwing his arms up in the air and giving up at the slightest obstacle. If he could n't see a solution right away, there could as well be none, and Steve knew that, that's why John needed him, to help him collect his thoughts and power through the obstacles, but for once even he did n't know how to approach this problem. Every problem so far he has encountered was solvable, it was logical; rational. This was different, whatever has caused this to occur was beyond logic and rationality, borderline magical... or so it seems. There has to be an answer, there always is, nothing in this world should derive from the laws of logic, so what has happened? 
 
 Steve just let John burn through his emotions while he processed the information at hand. He had many speculations as to what could have happened, many logical, rational explanations, none of them probable. Steve sat by John and thought, thought long and hard trying to come up with a plan... any plan. 
 
 `` John, listen to me,'' Steve addressed John, trying to move his arms from blocking his eyes, apparently the interaction between these two was unchanged, the physical one could still interact with the non-physical one, `` I need you to listen to me, what has happened is surreal, that's a fact, but remember there is always an explanation.'' John would n't budge, Steve's words seemingly went through his ear and left through another, `` You've always been like that, easy to give up, this is n't the first time. Every single time you encountered a seemingly impossible problem I have proven to you that it is anything but impossible and you're doing this again. If all the years we've been together meant anything you should be able to find a shred of trust in me.'' Slowly John caved in to Steve's words, Steve could feel it, his skin temperature begun lowering, sobbing has grew to be less intense with each word and his reluctance was becoming lesser and lesser of a factor, `` Do n't close your mind to the facts, this situation may be big and intimidating, but if we break it down and begin somewhere... anywhere, sooner or later the puzzle pieces will begin to make sense, you understand me?'' Another moment passed but Steve knew he needed some time to grasp the reality, it was never different. 
 
 `` I do.'' John finally spoke, his breath finally stabilising, `` I'm just scared Steve.'' 
 
 Mid-sentence Steve was cut off, the feeling that washed over his body was nothing he ever felt, everything became... painful, his entire body ached, he could FEEL the ground beneath his hands and feet, his chest expanding and contracting, his aching stomach, the gust of wind in between his loose clothing, the rancid smell of their surrounding, the taste of his own saliva. The moment Steve collapsed John leapt for Steve, if whatever is happening was n't enough universe had to throw another ball under their feet. 
 
 `` STEVE!'' John barked in the dark alley, heart pounding, eyes diluted, `` Steve! Answer me! Steve! What's going on?! 
 
 `` I...'' Steve's voice croaked when he tried to speak, his throat and nostrils felt sore, his eyes begun tearing, not from sadness or happiness, but from pure pain that shocked his body, `` I feel.'' 
 
 `` Feel?'' John asked in a hasty voice, his breathing rate increasing, `` What do you feel?'' 
 
 `` I feel everything John,'' Steve's voice came out heavy, struggling to get used to these new experience, `` I can feel the ground beneath my hands, the wind all over the body, the taste of my own mouth,'' Steve continued, trying to gasp for air, `` John, I do n't want to alarm you, but whatever is happening is happening fast. It's been not even quarter of an hour since the incident.'' 
 
 He was right, John thought, whatever was happening has been happening at an alarming rate. They had to figure something. They needed help, but from whom? Whomever they would have addressed they would consider them crazy, calling mental hospitals and labelling them as mentally unstable. Or him as a matter of fact. Now that come think of it, John did begin noticing that his own'feelings' have grown to be dimmed. John's thoughts begun entering yet another overdrive, thinking too much about the problem and too little on the solution, but fortunately John still remembered what Steve told him, and collected his thoughts. What matters now, John thought, was making sure Steve is safe and sound, with the little clothing he had the freezing temperature of this winter evening was not welcome to living beings. 
 
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 Will continue part 2, reached the limit. 

