Imaginary…

“Billy come here now,” mother called. Billy hurried down stairs to the kitchen where he found his parents sitting along with a strange woman. “Hello what is your name?” the woman said. Billy was wondering why she didn’t know his name even though his mother had moments ago called him down there.



“This is Wynona,” mother told Billy. He nodded his head in a “nice to meet you, but not really” kind of way. “She is here to talk to you.” Mother said. Billy knew that always meant it was about his “problem”. Billy sat not taking his eyes of off her like she was his prey.



“Now Billy,” She started, “I heard you have a friend that would like to join us?” Billy nodded. “Why don’t you get her?” “She is already here,” Billy said. “So what is her name?” she asked as she wrote. I watched her write and she had wrote, “Has imaginary friend.” “Why does everyone call her imaginary?” Billy yelled. “Calm down Billy,” mother demanded. He sat back down still very upset.



He glared at her, and then began whispering to himself. “What is her name?” Wynona asked. “Evangeline,” Billy told her. She stared at him for a second not really able to absorb the one word he had said. “Is something wrong?” Billy asked. “No nothing is wrong,” Wynona said.

She left without saying a word. “May we go back to my room?” Billy asked. Mother nodded and they went up to his bedroom. I followed my brother and his friend up the stairs until we departed to different rooms. I sat in my bedroom, and waited for something to happen.

Mother called us both down to the kitchen. She looked at me, and I could tell it wasn’t me that was going to be talked to. “Now Billy we talked to Wynona. She said that she would love to talk to you again, and is very sorry she left. She had to leave because of some emotional things,” mother explained. “I’m not going to talk to her or anyone like her again. You say I have a problem, but I don’t get it.” Billy stated. “Please honey, don’t fight me,” Mother said. “No Mother,” Billy said.

He went back up to his room, but instead of following him I went to the living room. Shortly after Billy ran outside yelling he was going to the park.

Father came home asking me where Billy was. I told him that he decided to go to the park. He just went to his office to do who knows what, and I looked outside realizing it looked like it might storm. I went out to go get him since he is so scared of them that even if it looks like storming he starts to go and hide away.

I arrive at the park, and begin to look for him. I don’t see him anywhere, and tried looking for him. It started to trickle down rain like light tears of God. The wind picked up, and I saw Billy hiding under the jungle gym.

We got into my car, and drove back home. Right as we got home Billy ran in the house, and took cover. I went into the house, and held Billy. We huddled in a corner of the basement.

After the storm blew over we came out, and I made some pancakes like I always do, and we ate them then sent Billy off to bed.

I stayed up all that night thinking about Billy. He didn’t need help, but father insisted on it. I really have been a strong big brother for him.

I realized I was tired enough to not stay awake so I leaned over my bed to the nightstand. I grabbed the picture, and ran my finger up and down the glass. The frame was beautiful, but the content of the picture inside made it unworthy to boarder such a beautiful thing. I thought for a moment, and I thought about how I had loved her so much. I kissed her picture, and put it down next to the picture of our old home after the tornado had destroyed it 3 years ago. I lie down, and shed a tear for my departed mother.