When once upon a time,
When once upon a place,
I was normal.
I fit in with the other kids. I had the grades of an average girl. I hung out with friends at the park or the mall. I would love to play soccer and invite my friends to sleepovers. We would talk about boys and braid each others' hair. My parents and I would talk about our weekend plans and laugh about our days.
But those days are gone now. Every since he died. Every since my mom started to stop talking. Ever since I saw them. I don't spend my life normally any more.
I spend my days locked up in my room, hoping to never see them. Hiding from the images. The mirages. I live on the tittering line between reality and mere imagination. If you can call it that.
Schizophrenia. That's what the doctors called it. They saw that my father's death caused it, triggered my insanity. Monsters. Everywhere, I see them. They roam around and pass through people due to their lacking of a physical body.
But it's not just them. Sometimes, it's illusions of children and daily life of 'people' doing everyday things. Laughing, playing, talking. It's these images that help me survive. They show me that it's not just the Monsters out there, but rather, beings.
They would never notice me, just go on with their business. But one did.
I was at the child park that was abandoned long ago. Here, the illusions were of laughing children and parents chatting about work. It was a peaceful day, with stray clouds starting to vanish away to reveal a clear, bright sky. I was happy for once.
A new one strolled in. His hair was bleach white and his skin was tan, providing contrast to his blinding hair. He wore a green coat over faded blue jeans. I dubbed him Harrison, as I love to name my illusions. He settled down on a bench across the park and then his head turned. His jade eyes focused on mine and I shivered. This was normal, I thought, they weren't aware of me, so he is just looking at something behind me.
But I was wrong. He headed toward me at a steady speed, like he was tailing someone. He was an illusion, he had to be! He was spirit-like similar to all of the others.
Then he burst through. He stripped through his spirit form and appeared like a physical being. And he was coming straight toward me.
NO! I wanted to scream, but my throat was frozen. That didn't happen. I ran, but I wasn't exactly in the peak of physical condition. Firm arms grabbed me by the waist and snatched me back.
"Let go of me!" I screamed, but for some reason, it didn't echo. The place was empty and no sound bounced around. It only sounded like a whisper, though.
"Calm down. Serraphina, I'll take care of you," he whispered.
"How do you know my name?" I asked, shaky. Was he going to kidnap me? Was this . . . an over-extreme illusion. No, his grip tightened around my waist.
"Where I come from, everyone knows who you are."