You may or may not have heard of some recent occurrences. Strange situations I sincerely doubt you would believe. Situations where, one person sees another person that shouldn't be there...something from their imagination brought to life. But, how? In the occurrence I wish to inform you of, there are four beings who have recieved this...specialty. Let's get to the more descriptive part now, shall we?
First, there's the Violinist...Kara. She never quite fit in in school or anywhere for that matter. She was may not have had many friends, but that didn't keep her from playing her heart out into her music. When she was little, she had an 'imaginary friend' named Lisa. When little Kara was admitted to psychiatric help, Lisa came to her less and less. However, one day in college, Kara made a discovery. She had been playing her violin all alone in the auditorium while thinking of Lisa. Then, she'd heard laughter. Kara stopped playing and looked up...and there she was. Lisa was standing before her, now the same age as Kara.
Second, we have our singer...Harley. Harley didn't have exactly a great life at home, but he was many things. He had just enough friends, good grades, and a great voice. Unlike our violinist, Harley was never taken to get help for his 'imiginary friend'...his name was Waldo. Waldo and Harley got along better than any of Harley's "real" friends. They'd play music, talk...play pranks. It wasn't until eighth grade that Harley finally snapped at Waldo. Waldo had played some sort of prank on the teacher and guess who got in serious trouble? A few years after Harley had forced Waldo out of his life, Harley was in a small band. He was the lead singer. One day while rehearsing a song on his own, which happened to be about Waldo, he heard clapping at the end. Harley looked around, and froze. Waldo was sitting cross-legged on the floor before him.
Third is our artist...Lyla. Lyla was almost always day-dreaming and drawing. She didn't have many friends and her grades were slipping, but her rich parents didn't care. They weren't around her enough to even know about her grades....let alone her 'friend' Cyrill. Lyla started seeing Cyrill at the age of two and continued to do so until she was thirteen. At that age, Lyla was moved to another state in the Americas by her posh parents. Unlike our other friends, Lyla ended up conjuring Cryill out in front of a group of people. Lyla had been sitting in one of her classes and drawing, even though she was supposed to be watching the movie, Cyrill. Lyla had been missing Cyrill for years and wished more than anything to see her again, so she thought. At the conclusion of her picture, a girl shrieked. Outside the inside window to the classroom stood another girl. This girl, Cyrill, looked like a murder victim. She was bruised, bloodied and pale.
Last, but not least, is our writer. His name was Max. Max had great friends, rich and loving parents, and good grades...until the divorce. When Max's mother divorced his father for cheating on her, Max was devastated. His father got most of the money and left, no longer caring about his son. Max was even more depressed when his so-called friends ditched him...they only liked him for his money. Sinking into madness, Max's grades fell and his mother started drinking to escape her problems. Max, on the other hand, wrote stories. Stories about the friend he'd had as a child...Lynch. One day, while his mother was hungover and passed out downstairs, Max sat in his bedroom while creating a story about Lynch. He had just finished describing him when something shattered. Max snaped his head up and found what he thought was his only friend left...Lynch.
Of all these talented people and occurrences, no one believes them. No one can explain them...though some psychiatrists believe they can. They claim it has something t do with their background and these 'imiginary friends' are just that. Imaginary. What do you think, though? Did I not convince or intrigue you yet? Well, sit tight, because there's more to come.
Author's Note:
I realize this is dreadully short and needs detail...I plan to explain it more, seeing as I wanted to use this as like a prolouge or something. Anyway, I'd appreciate some feed back and a suggestion for what I should call the gifted children. Please and thank you!
xxx Harley xxx
