HIM and I
I have no clue what happened here. But, here's a story about imaginary friends. Sometimes, they aren't so imaginary. (I'm sorry if this story's scatter-brained but it fits along the lines of the main character being insane, right? Also if the ending's to foggy, basically she helped her mum go to sleep.)
"It all happened sometime in August. I was having these weird flash-backs of my childhood. It was odd though, when I'd ask my parents about it... They said they had no clue about what I was talking about. It happened so often that they started taking me to a therapist. It hurt, knowing my own parents thought I was insane. The funny thing about these memories, was that, each one had such a familiar voice guiding me through them. Whenever I have the 'memory-attacks,' they always leave me with a horrible feeling. Usually it's a terrible migraine or nausea. But sometimes, the after-affects are worse. I remember, one time in December... I was in the car, with my mom. She told me I had this horrified look on my face. Then I started to shake, as if I were having a seizure. I was screaming and crying. She said she tried to wake me up. When it stopped, she said I was really paranoid and jumpy. I remember screaming about HIM. That HE was following us. After that, they upped my meds. But, one night, I... I KILLED my dad. I didn't want to, but HE told me to. That's when I remembered, HE was something I created. I had created HIM because my parents never had time for me. I was always crying to HIM about how alone I was. That's when I realized, the memories were adventures we had. Like the one in the forest. We had spent all day in there, playing. That is, till' my father came running. He scolded me and later beat me. This happened every time we played. So I tried to burry HIM. But, I guess we can work together now. HIM and I. So, my parents lied to me. They knew one day, HIM, would come back. So they encouraged my burial of him, and when the memories came back... Well, they lied." The recording stopped and I chuckled, looking down at my mother. "I'm sorry," I lifted my dad's old chainsaw above my head and smiled as HIM held my mother in place. "I love you mom..."