Alone

My eyes are currently roaming inside my four-cornered room. All lights were put off by my parents, telling me to grow up already and to not be afraid of darkness and monsters. "Monsters live in inside your head, don't let them overpower you. Remember it is your body. You're the one who is in control of your own thoughts and feelings," that's what Papa and Mama said everytime I share my frightening experiences with ghosts and monsters. They never believe me, although I am trembling in so much fear. Auggie Roswell is my name. I am 4 years old only. I am petite and have curly brown hair. I don't have any sibling that's why I'm all alone in my bedroom. Tiktok.. Tiktok.. It is already quarter to 12 yet my eyes are still wide open as I am being paranoid that someone will appear right in front of my face. I'm hiding half of my face with my blanket. I can hear the crickets chirping outside my window. Shadows forming on the wall because of streetlights outside. Chair screeching as if someone is dragging it. Wait... What?! My gaze automatically shifted into my chair near my study table. There I saw a little girl creepily smiling at me. She has this very pale complexion that I can almost see all her veins in her body. Her hair is waist-length and pitch black in color. Her lips are so thin. Her black orbs are so big that you cannot see any white in her eyes. She slowly stood up and frailly walked towards me. My mouth is shaking. My body is trembling. I shouted. "Waaaaaaaaaaaa--," it was interrupted by a small hand covering my mouth. Eyes to eyes. I am crying while she is grinning. I shut my eyes so hard, forcing my brain to believe that it was just a hallucination, that I am just too paranoid, and that my eyes are just playing tricks on me. I then courageously open my eyes, but the small figure is still in front of me. With a wavering voice I asked, "Who are you?" she did not respond. I tried so hard to make my voice firm, again I asked, "Who are you?" still I got no response. It irritated me. how can she ignore all my questions? I turned my back at her and forced myself to sleep. I woke up the next day when I felt the sun rays kissing my face. I immediately roam my gaze around my room, and it looks so normal. It is as if nothing happened last night. As usual, I talked to my parents about the little girl in my room, and they just laughed at me. Really Papa and Mama? Night time swiftly approached, and the little girl appeared again. This time I did not let my fear consume me. I asked her again for her name. "Mavis. My name is Mavis," she finally blurted out and gave me a slight smile. I was shocked by her sudden action. Then a thought crossed my mind, "Can I befriend her?" I extended my right arm to her, "I'm Auggie." I gave her my brightest smile. I offered my toys to her, telling her to play with me. It's been a month since Mavis and I enjoyed each other company. I'm no longer afraid of her. Then one night came when she suddenly locked me in her tiny arms and hugged me hard. "Aug, I'm leaving." "Huh?" "I'm leaving." "Wait.. What? Why?" "I'm a ghost. And you are supposedly be afraid to me." "I am. I was. Before. But not now. You're my friend now, remember?" "No, Aug. I'm a ghost. My mere existence means I'm supposedly not to have friends." "Mavis..." "Bye Auggie..." As she said those last words to me, I saw a tear trickled down her cheek. I knos=w it is impossible for a ghost to cry, but it did happen. Today I'm already 17 years old. Yet, I think I cannot ever forget you Mavis... ___________________ As I imagine the scenarios in my story, it made my conscious of my surrounding hahaha I'm thinking that what if it will also happen to me. Nooooooooo. I got the idea on the last part in a certain movie I have watched years ago, that movie was so heartbreaking knowing that the boy has been overly attached to a ghost and vice versa. By the way, thank you Miss for giving me a perfect score in this activity. :)