Best Friend

I was around five when I first met her. I went to kindergarten then. My parents fought all the time. Every day I came home, I could hear them screaming

"It's all your fault!"

"MINE? It was not my idea!"

"Ah, it's that way!"

And when I entered the room, they looked at me and my mom used to take me up in her arms and say something like:

"Hi sweetie. How was your day? "

I used to just smile and say "Good!"

And then my dad always said "Do you want something to eat Rebecca?"

Every night I used to hear them scream at each other. They never came up to my room and to say something like "Good night sweetheart," or "Sweet dreams Rebecca"
But one night I could not hold my tears. I ran to my room, opened the door and ... Heard sobs? But they were not mine. I looked at the source right next to my bed and saw a girl. She had brown beautiful hair with black sparkling eyes and wet cheeks.

As soon as I started walking towards her, she looked up at me.
"Hello..." I said
"H-hello," she stuttered.
"Who are you?"
"M-my name is Lucie."
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't know! I don't even know where I am!"
"Where are you from?"
"A town called Demvile"
"Demvile?"
"Yes... Me and my master Damien lived there, but when we were on our way home from school some thing weird happend. Everything started to become blurry. Almost as a fog. And I could hear him shouting at me but it souned like something was blocking it. It got harder to hear what he was screaming. And the fog began to clear up and and I found myself in this room," she said very quickly, and hid her face in her hands. "And then you came in," she looked up at me again.

 I just stood there staring. Then I heard someone going up the stairs. I turned around to see the door open.
"Hi sweetie," my mother entered the room. "What is it honey. You just stand there. Should't you be in bed? "
"I was just going to," I said "Good night"
"Mmmm ..." she said and just walked out. She had not even noticed Lucie. Or said good night.
"Who was that?" Lucie asked.
"Oh she. It was...it was my mom,"I said and sighed
"Mom...Damien also have a mom,"Lucie looked at e with a tiny smile
"Of course, everyone has a mother," I looked at Lucie and saw that she was looking down at the ground. "Haven't you got a mother?"
She seemed unsure as she answered "No,"
I looked at her with big eyes "But, but. How?"
"I was kind of created..."
"Created? Of who? Your master?God?...Of your father? "
"My master kind of created me"
"How so?"
"When he was born, I was born. I am part of him. You could say I a him...in a very, VERY weird way"
"Huh?"
"It is so with people like me"
"People like you?"
"Dolls"


She stood up and look straight into my eyes. I saw that her wet eyes were scared. Black dark eyes who...began to stand out and...form in to...to...buttons. Her body began to shrink! She came up to me like a doll. She looked almost exactly the same only that she was smaller and maid of fabric. I backed away and stare at her. But I could not be afraid of her. She seemed to be so kind, and now I was about to make her sad. She looked down at the ground. I went over to her, picked her up and hugged her.
"No need to be sad"
"Why not! All my friends are gone! I'm kind of a different world! I'm lonely and scared!"
"You are not alone. I'm your friend "
"Huh? No you do not understand ... "
"I understand. I am also alone "
The little doll looked at me, smiling and then she hugged me back and ever since then we have been best friends.

Now I am twelve years old. She is still my best friend but we are more secret best friends. I usually hang out with my "new" friends in school. My parents are newly divorced. I even have to go to a psychologist just because school think I am depressed because of it. But I'm still happy. I think it is because they hear me talk to someone when they clearly see that there's no one there. But of course they never see the little doll sitting and talking with me. Every time we are going to town and go to a café or go shopping we usually never have to pay for Lucie's bus ticket. I can have her in my bag. It's also good when we go to the movies.

Every day when I go to school, I have her in my school bag. She has told me that Deimien also used to do ithat. When the psychologist saw her for the first time, she though that she was a problem. But then I said that my best friend made her and that it looked similer to her. I could see that the psychologist think that i was lying. It was all over her eyes.  But she didn't say it out loud. She told me to bring my friend next time I came. And of course that was an easy task.
Sometimes at night, I can see Lucie look up at the sky and I understand what she is thinking. Damien. She must miss him. And her old friends. She looks so heart broken. I wish she could go back. But even though I really want her to stay. Maybe I am a little selfish. But...

She is my best friend

So that's it. I hope you liked it  ^^