User talk:Kabeyla

I wasn't scared, I wasn't terrified. I was young and alone, an imaginary friend was the only way I could have one. So I made No Name. He was good all around, he protected me. He kept me safe and loved me. But, the only thing about him was his looks, it was just the way he looked that no matter how horrible it was, I was comforted by it. I know it might be weird for a young girl to befriend something so horrible but felt. He came around more often in elementary school, he was very tall and bony. His skin seemed to be too tight, you can see the outline of every bone he has, he was always hunched over. You can see his spine peek through his back, like tiny mountains really. His arms were long, nearly to the floor...but his fingers. Well, they weren't really fingers at all. They were sharp, like knifes...they were just long claws. His stomach was slashed, continuously bleeding. So it seemed. Even on his neck, he never spoke, if he tried to it just sounded like he was choking on his own blood. Bloody foam and bubbles would form from his mouth as he tried to gasp for air. But he NEVER spoke, he just watched...silently. One thing that would draw me closer in were his eyes. His eyes looked as if they were hollowed out, or carved out. They were just empty, another thing that got me was his skin. It was very, very, very pale. Every time I'd go to touch him, I'd snatch my hand back, he was so cold...frozen even. What can I say though, he was my deadliest friend. My creation. It's funny what the child's mind can make.

I remember when I would wake up in the middle of the night, I could feel his touch. It was so cold, like ice, it sent shivers down my spine. Just as his fingers, as sharp as they were, caressed my face. Every morning my mom would wonder why I woke up with small cuts on my cheek.

Now,