[ WP ] You are a malicious imaginary friend , your host is 19 . You feed off of her when she has fun with you . She thinks she 's too old for you , all her friends and family say so , change her mind before you fade forever .

It was the 11th of Februry, the day before Alana's 19th. I was hanging upside down in her cupboard when I was woken by a scuffle and a bang and a cry of pain. It was surely still the step dad railing on mother and child, making her miserable. There was no way to keep her happy and content in this environment, and that meant death for me. 
 
 The door slammed as Alana, in tears slumped on her bed. I filtrated under the door and regained full form. 
 
 `` Alana, do n't cry. You need to live and breathe with the world. Come on let's play Psycho Killer.'' 
 
 `` Shut up Henry you're not real!'' she screamed through her pillow. 
 
 `` I'm real in your mind and that's all that matters. Come on let's play!'' I started bouncing imperceptibly up and down on her bed. 
 
 `` I do n't feel like playing, go back to your cupboard.'' 
 
 I felt a pang in my head, like a migraine. I slinked back to the cupboard, filtrating under the door as I left her alone to sob. 
 
 It was the day of Alana's birthday and she had n't spoken to me all day. I had been out of the cupboard since breakfast and lurking around, staying just out of sight so Alana would come and play Silence in the Corridors. But she did n't. She had a friend over and the step dad had gone out to work. Mum was talking about a big surprise for Alana when there was a knock on the door. I came downstairs and stood behind her as her mother opened the door. 
 
 As her real father stood at her front door I locked his eyes, and just for a moment I thought he connected back, staring into his mirror image. Alana ran to him, threw her arms around his shoulders and I felt a pang. My torso felt like elastic pulled too tight, or the tying of a knot. He leaned down and pecked her cheek and I felt like I'd been punched in the teeth. Then... nothing
