There’s No Such Thing
Madi sat in her room with an empty tummy that evening. It seemed to occur more often these weeks, than in those past. Her mother was always so kind to her being without a father, being alone. She was very young when he passed away; even now she was still but a child. Her classmates would tease her profusely, too young to comprehend a loss beyond that of their teeth. Even that seemed to have its benefits when the fairies came to make their purchase. Madi however, seemed to reap no benefits from her circumstances, as she sat in her room hungry with her deck of playing cards.
Seemingly alone she sat upon the hardwood floor in darkness, her cards scattered across its sleek surface. Across the room her window lay open, the pale white curtains dancing in the night air, their silhouette shifting along the cracked walls, forming creatures from her imagination. Their hands seemed to reach along the wall, as if to pry themselves from the curtains they were bound, unable to cling to the smooth white walls. A cool breeze passing through the room she felt no cold, as she carefully placed her cards, propping them up together to form a pyramid. Quietly she hummed to herself as she played, stacking the cards ever higher, slowly and delicately.
”Ring around the rosie…” she sang quietly, carefully placing two more cards on her pyramid. She sat still for a moment as the stack settled before continuing to add more cards. “A pocket full of posies…” Her hands barley cupping the cards in her tiny hands she continued her tower’s assent. It wobbled slightly when she placed her next section on top, although it still stood strong. She smiled with pride, gracefully adding a single card on top to form a bridge between her two triangular formations. Almost complete. “Ashes…” she whispered, dropping the card on top, watching her castle carefully as it teetered before coming to rest. “Ashes…” Madi giggled, preparing her final two cards. “We all fall…” she sang as she assembled her last triangle on top, everything seemed perfect, until her castle started to crumble, collapsing dead to the floor, her cards scattering everywhere. “Down…” She whispered, staring blankly at her now demolished masterpiece.
She sat very still for a moment, taking in what had happened with a deep sigh; she had worked so hard. Madi looked up, her blue eyes gleaming as she stared towards her window, the curtains still merrily dancing. “That wasn’t very nice” she whispered into the darkness; her voice echoing through the room as her words dispersed into silence. She sat quietly, still staring into the void of her room, hearing the dull hums the night air made through her window. It made such an ominous tune, though reminding her of the lullabies her mother used to sing to her to help her sleep, when visions of the boogie man disturbed her rest. Her gaze still fixated upon her window curtains as they continued to sway. “Now you have to help me put it back together” she spoke with a voice so tender, still she seemed to await a reply.
Out of the corner of her eye the shadows on her wall seemed to shift, the shades molding together and tugging away at the curtains, a cold wind blew through the room, encircling Madi, sending cards flying across the floor. She tilted her head calmly towards her wall, watching the shadows struggle to break free, until a small piece broke apart from the chain, slowly drifting down the wall to the floor beneath her bed. As the room grew quiet she stared at her bed with a smile. “It’s okay…” She whispered, tucking her head to the floor, peering beneath the bed, spotting a small black figure fixated on her. “I won’t bite” Madi spoke tenderly, turning back to her cards, beginning her new castle.
Her mother had been cross with her for making up wild stories. “There’s no such thing Madison!” she would shout at her, as she tried to introduce her new “friends.” Simply because they could not be seen, did not make them any less real. Little did her mother know, as little Madison hummed away in her room; her friend was still eyeing her from beneath the bed.
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PM me to continue this tale as the little girl Madison. I shall play her imaginary friend. This RP can continue in many forms, be them eerie or sweet. Feel free to take them in any direction you wish. (As an imaginary friend, I’m rather flexible =] ) I shall attach a picture of the “friend” when we begin the RP. Feel free to use a childhood version of your own RPC if you wish. Thank you for reading ^^
