[ WP ] `` This is n't my invisible friend , I 'm her invisible friend . She made me up during a lonely childhood . ''

Growing up, my parents were never around. We had just moved to the wealthy area of a new town, and they were working night and day to keep us afloat. I ca n't remember the last time I'd actually sat down with them. It should n't surprise anybody that I made up an imaginary friend. I called her Abby. 
 
 She was my best friend. She was like a walking diary, and I quickly became dependent on her. She felt the same towards me, and I'm not gon na lie, the feeling when somebody says they need you is pretty awesome. 
 
 One day, completely out of the blue, she disappeared. I began to feel... empty. At the time, I simply assumed it was the feeling of being alone again. I started to sleep more and more, because being awake was too hard to deal with. 
 
 After a week, Abby finally came back. She was different, though. She seemed distant and angry. She kept saying that she was too old for me, and that I needed to go away now. She did n't *need* me anymore, that I'd helped her as much as I could've. 
 
 I should've noticed something was wrong at this point, but the overwhelming feeling that I was fading was distracting me. 
 
 I begged her to stop. I told her how much she helped me, and that I could n't lose her like I'd essentially lost my parents, but she would n't listen. She said she would n't forget me, and for the last time, she left. 
 
 The moment the door closed, a burning sensation tore through me, causing me to fall to my knees. I crawled to a nearby cabinet and rested my back against it, my head in my hands as I choked back tears. It only took a minute before I realized what was happening. 
 
 My hand had begun to shimmer slightly. At first, I thought it was from the tears, but after drying my eyes, it still shimmered. I watched as a dull glow made it's way up my arms, growing brighter as it slowly covered my entire body. 
 
 You would think I was freaking out, right? Not so much. I was simply in shock, staring at my now illuminated body. 
 
 Remember when I said I should've known something was wrong? It was n't until my hand, the same one that first glowed, started to fade. At first, it was like staring through frosted glass, but it became more and more transparent, until it looked like my arm ended in a stump. There was no visual proof that I ever had that hand. That's when my mind, which had been more or less just a fuzzy mess of indistinguishable thoughts, cleared and I was able to put everything together. 
 
 She was n't my imaginary friend, *I was hers. *
