Dead Someone

I had a friend when i was a teen, scientifically a tulpa or more specific, an imaginary friend. If i describe, it was a girl with long brown hairs perfectly stretching down towards her chest.

A full sleeve black t-shirt with white checks and the top two buttons unplugged revealing a silver necklace holding solely a christ's cross along with the darkest blue denim jean underneath.

Eyes like a neon blue light spirals within the cornea, the pupils dilating every now and then, lips separate for splitting the most terrifying things i've ever heard before and her skin seemed like a corpse kept in the freezer for days. 

Most importantly, i never got scared by her sudden appearance during my day-to-day life and considered it as a part of me which was neither physical nor permanent. Not having a conversation about this with mom dad or any of my friends was a good thing that came into my senses in the first place. And the good reasons are:

1. Mom and Dad are the tough guys "Cops" 

2. They don't believe in such shit 

3. I'm a loner and 

4. My folks are "The girl sneekers".

But as you know at a certain point everything "changes", or if narrowed down then "evolve" and when they evolve... it blows our mind. Keeping it to myself i realised that with the every day passing she grew more creepy and more sensitive. My days were like this before it broke the limit: Whenever i returned back home she used to either wander around the entire house or would rather be in my room standing beside my work desk with a little smile everytime in entered the room. One day, i took a chance and finally had a word with her, not like asking out for a date and it went well. But no doubt she is awesome in giving responses than us. My room's threshold was set as the "Line of Denial", which means the restrictions to any conversations outside the room, a term we both agreed to avoid getting myself into any kind of trouble. Besides being a good speaker, she was a terrible jumpscare too.

At times she would come closer to the ears and speak of deaths and dark events which i can't explain or i can but ultimately would not be appropriate for some people. Little did i know that i was pushing further instead of resisting it and one day it broke the limit. She was obssessed of me so much that when i ignored her, she would scream and cry so loud that her skin could barely hold its color and even if i cover up my ears or run outside that 2 storey house it would still sound like an inch away from me. And the scariest part was that she cried blood tears. Many times at night while i'm asleep facing towards the ceiling, i felt pressure on my chest and couldn't make a move like there was someone sitting upon me, though there is some part of me which believes that it was her. Just the reason is her, i failed to stand still in relationships and already lost my girlfriend because she thought i was a psycho.  

I can sense her standing right behind me while i write about us, maybe she knows about this, maybe she never left.