This piece is an interesting bit that involves someone that has some conflicting views on how to handle the world around them. People often face this same thing every day. While the character's imaginary 'friend' may be just that or she may not. But to the character, she is very real. Who, or what, she represents is up to the reader, so think for a moment what the 'friend' represents in your life. So, who is your Imaginary Friend?
The Author, Chandler
The basement was as eerie as one could imagine. The depths of the imagine is the only place that could conjure the dark that filled the space. For young Daphne, this was the place where she went to escape if there was a rough day at school or an argument with her family. Here, in the heavy air, she could relax and not worry about anything else in the world. Reading a book, doodling in her sketchbook, or even doing some homework, it was the perfect place to be by herself. Once or twice she had brought a friend into her happy place, but they only got creeped out and fled. They didn’t seem to understand the beauty of it. Now, it wasn’t her house of course, but that didn’t seem to matter. It was a place to be alone, how attractive did it have to be? The broken windows and the chipped paint needn’t be glorious, just useful. Besides, she didn’t need those old scaredy cats. She had her best friend in the world. She seemed to not mind the dampness either.
“Daphne, you should really take me up on my idea,” her imaginary Friend said.
“I’ve thought about it, but I’m content where I’m at.”
“True, but if you just did that one little thing, then we both could be happier, and both be satisfied. Are you satisfied?”
Daphne thought about this. It was true, there some things she wanted to change. Such as the fact her mom was always making her do meaningless chores.
“But, I wouldn’t be myself. That would be sad.”
Her Friend put an arm around her. “No honey, you would be more yourself than ever! Think of the fun we would have!”
Daphne paused her pencil and looked up. Her Friend looked a bit rosier than normal, more color than her average dim pigment. They both smiled. Well, what could it hurt?
“And you’ll give me right back?”
“Would I not?”
“Well, I still don’t know. All those things you told me you’d do…I don’t know if I’, comfortable with them.”
Her Friend smiled. “No, but here’s the kicker! You would not be responsible. I would be! No one could blame you for what I do. Like a get out of jail free card in Monopoly.”
“Monopoly?” It was her favorite game.
“Yes, now,” Her Friend snaked an imaginary arm around Daphne’s shoulders, “What do you say friend?”
Daphne thought for a moment. “That’s stupid, Monopoly isn’t real.”
“Still...can I trust you?”
“Have I steered you wrong before? Remember that girl Heather? How we ruined her status on her social media?”
“That WAS hilarious!” she said, giggling, “OK.” She stuck out her hand to shake.
“You may feel a small pain in your chest, but its fine.”
“What did you say? It could be fun, so what’s a little pain?” Daphne said smiling.
“Exactly,” her Friends smile was a bit wicked looking.
“Too late my dear, you’re mine.”