The Inner view
Title: The inner view.
Author’s Pen Name: Delirenua
Melchy this Melchy that, and I always liked that. I was her “go-to being” and was altered to her taste. Stuck with the job of being there when needed, very good, but of what use was it when she left once she felt an ounce of happiness.
I, Melchy, stared at her, and all I could see was perfection.
Day 1: Today, she was moody why? She was insecure. Someone had made a joke about her negligible body size I was there.
Day 2: Today, she felt the need to shave her hair off to prove she didn’t care, she did, and I was there.
She confronted me from time to time, but all I could do was be there literally as she never listened to me.
Day 4: Today, she wanted to play dress-up, and in a few hours, when she felt pretty enough she wanted me to take her out. Finally, she was happy, and finally, for the first time, I’ll be going to see the world outside.
She was very strong today she had her head up high and walked with confidence. After all, she resolved the day before to be just that. She smiled at me from time to time, and I smiled back.
Noting that she was fine, I focused on myself and decided to enjoy the outdoors.
I tried talking to people, but they couldn’t see me. She laughed. I frowned.
I tried going on rides as we were in a Festival, but I went through them all. She laughed, I frowned.
She was doing better now, and a lot of people conversed steadily with her, she made friends. She began to ignore me.
Day 5: She needed me no more, and I had faded off in her mind, so I ceased to exist.
It was dark.
Day 10: I finally saw light as something awoke me.
“What was it this time?” I thought. She smiled at me, so instead, I said, “I’ve missed you”.
Day 12: She hardly spoke to me about her problems, but I felt it all. Her pain was my pain as we were one. She was at her brim, and I felt it.
Day 15: She committed suicide. All her troubles within her never voiced out.
I faded off that day with an ounce of feelings in me.
I could never voice out my real thoughts, I was in bondage. She never heard what was needed. All I had said were what she wanted to hear, I was made that way.
I felt it all but saw nothing.
What more could I do? After all, I was only a figment of the imagination. An Imaginary friend indeed.
A lot of things go through one’s head
A lot of things happen
A lot of things are seen
A lot of things are never told
We live to see a lot
A lot that can’t be easily processed
But we still have to.
Live well regardless🙂❤
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