Mr wobbly
I had a lot of imaginary friends while I was growing up. But they never scared me like he did. Even the thought of that thing gives me the chills. I had an imaginary friend named Mr wobbly. he seem nice at first. He got along with all of my imaginary friends even the new ones.
But like most the less and less I paid attention to them, the more they started to fade away. But Mr wobbly didn't fade, some how he just keep getting brighter to the point that I had to shield my eyes if he was around me. His voice was insufferable to listen to for long periods of time. And he would wake me up in the middle of the night just to talk with me. I would try to cover my ears but he would just scream at me to listen to him.
The people around me started to notice the changes in the way I acted. It started out simple like falling a sleep in class, but soon it got to the point where I just did not know where I was half the time. My friend from way back described it like I was sleep walking and ended up in a different country. At the time there was another way to get rid of them. By hurting the thing that they loved the most. I would let them pick. The arms, legs, face, knees. But he fingered it out, He knew my game so he switch the rules.
"Your stomach." he said in his squeaky voice. My eyes met his.
"T-that wan't an option." I said.
"Well if you want to go away... then do it!" He said holding out a knife, my hands shook as if I were in an earth quake. I took the it from him
"Oh come on woman up right." he said flexing his invisible muscles. I stared at the knife as tears ran down my face like rivers.
" I-I can't!" I said throwing the knife across the room. "You are sick and twisted!" I yelled. He stood there in silence... And then he started to clap.
"Bravo, kid, bravo." I looked at him confused "You figured it out, kid, that I am sick and twisted... but look in the mirror, kid, aren't your the same?" he laughed as I stared at my refection, I look tired and weak. "You're just like the others alone, weak, helpless." he leaned in and grabbed me by the hair. He hoisted me off the ground. I wailed out in pain. "You can never get rid of me like you expected, as if I'm like the others!" he yelled. Hot tears ran down my face and burn in to my skin. I screamed as he laughed. He tossed me up in the air and caught me by the throat.
"W-what are you..." I said gasping for air. He tightened his grip.
"I'm your worst nightmare...and guess what." he said pulling me closer. "Not you, neither your friends or your family can stop me!" He threw me to the ground and the last thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with my mom and dad sitting right be side me.
They said it was a miracle that I lived since I was crushed with weight that no person would ever live through. When I left the hospital I was met with smiles and praise that I lived. Some people say it's a blessing in disguise. Others say that I should be happy that I lived. But I'm not, and I know why I didn't die that day. It's because he needs me.