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My Child[]

Trista was a good, smart, ambitious, but depressed girl. She lost her brother in a car crash 5 years ago when she was 10 and things haven’t been the same ever since. She loved playing video games, cooking, talking, and being around her big brother. He was like the dad she never had. Without him, she is an empty void. Her therapist helps her cope with it but it’s hardly working.

“How about you imagine your brother is with you,” Therapist Martha said. “You will still be with him in your heart. He’s still here Trista.” Trista thought about it. Was my brother still alive? Is he there? Yeah! He is! She finally responded after a few minutes of silence.

“I think that will work!” Trista said with a burst of excitement.

“I hope it does,” Martha said. “Also, you’ve been diagnosed with psychosis. Trista couldn’t believe it. She had a mental disorder!? She thought back to all the times she saw shadow people in the corner. But she didn’t know that there was more to it than just hallucinations.

“Okay. That’s surprising!” Trista said.

“Well, our time is up. I’ll see you next week.” Martha said. Trista nodded and walked out the door. While she was walking out of the waiting room to meet her mom in the car, she saw someone that looked like her brother. Black hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and headphones. She ran up to him and hugged him.

“You’re alive!” Trista said. He pushed her off and he moved to another seat. “You needed a therapist session.” The boy said.

Trista started tearing up and ran out of the building and to her mom’s car. She opened the door, hopped in the seat, and slammed the door.

“What’s wrong?” Mom asked.

“Nothing. Just… excited,” Trista said. “Because Martha told me to just imagine that Kyle was there!”

“You’re so delusional,” Mom said. “He’s not alive and that can’t be fixed! The only way to get your happiness back is to kill whoever ran into your brother!”

“NO, I’M NOT DOING THAT!” Trista yelled. Her mom started the car and turned on the radio. She and Trista didn’t talk the entire ride and mostly it was because Trista was crying the whole time.

Once they got to the house Trista went into her room and went straight to bed. She didn’t want to continue with her day so she go to sleep to end it. She was slowly going into the void of sleep until she heard a voice.

“Trista! I’m here.” She opened her eyes and saw her brother standing beside the bed and looking her in the eye. Trista had a humongous smile on her face and she started crying. “Who did it? Who?” Trista said. Kyle sighed and answered. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get them for you.” Trista hugged Kyle and then they started talking about all of their old memories.

“Remember when we threw rocks at our elementary school!?” Trista said.

“Yeah!” Kyle said. They were laughing all day until their mom came into the room. She burst into the room with anger.

“SHUT UP!!! Trista, what's so funny,” Mom said with rage. “Because I know that imagining your brother isn’t funny! It’s just dumb! Just like he was!”

“I’ll talk to you later…” Kyle said.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Trista yelled. She started crying again and her mom went out of the room and slammed the door shut. Trista went to bed for real this time and later that night she woke up. It was 4 am and she could hear lots of high-pitched noises from her mom's room. She got up and walked out of her room. Her mom’s door was open, so she walked into the room to see if anything was wrong with her mom.

She saw Kyle sitting on the bed and mom was sleeping. Well, that's what Trista thought at least. Kyle looked at Trista and smiled. He walked up to her and grabbed Trista’s hand.

“It was your mom that did it. You need to see her body.” Kyle said eagerly. She pulled the cover away from their mom's neck and Trista saw that mom’s neck was broken.

“Did you snap her neck?” Trista said, frightened. She was shaking and eventually trembled to the ground. “Duh! She said the only solution was to kill the person that did it. She was gasping for air and oooooh! She dies. The end.” Kyle said.

“How?” Trista asked. She didn’t want to know but she asked anyway since she thought it was for the better.

“Remember when I was alive? I said that I would do whatever you desire. And because I’m part of your imagination, I can see what you think about. Your imagination gives me the right to interact with the human world Trista.” Kyle said.

He walked up to Trista and picked Trista up. They walked out of the house.

“We’re going to get better parents.” Kyle said.

“Yeah… but why?” Trista asked. “Because… you can’t be my child.” Kyle said.

Later that day a woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect slim body picked Trista up from the orphanage. After a few years of living with her, their new mom was in the hospital on her deathbed. Trista was crying and her mom spoke.

“My child. My sister. I love you. It sucks to die again. Just imagine me again, alright?”

Trista froze in confusion and asked her mom a question.

“Are you Kyle…?” She asked. Her mom was silent for a few seconds then finally answered with: “I…am….Kyl-”

“KYLE!!!” Trista yelled.

Once Trista turned 21 she was being assaulted by her boss at her job. He punched her and kicked her every time she did something wrong like putting the concrete in the wrong place, not making the floor tiles look symmetrical, missing a white spot in the house, etc. She was thinking about murdering her boss but the next day she got the news that their boss died from a heart attack.

“Good ol’ Kyle…” Trista murmured.

The end

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i like the premise of this...but i gotta say, the writing isn't the greatest, in fact i have no idea what the plot twist was! that said, i do think its alright, it just needs serious help. it has a few grammar errors and wonky wording aswell. -RAZORstories

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" “Also, you’ve been diagnosed with psychosis. Trista couldn’t believe it. She had a mental disorder!? She thought back to all the times she saw shadow people in the corner. But she didn’t know that there was more to it than just hallucinations." You need a quotation mark after "psychosis" because she's done talking LMAO. Also, do therapists normally just go "ohh btw have psychosis now EL OH EL! ok ur on ur way nowwww bye <3"?

"“You’re so delusional,” Mom said. “He’s not alive and that can’t be fixed! The only way to get your happiness back is to kill whoever ran into your brother!”" Yes, 'cause murder is all right if the guy that gets murdered is a murderer. (Well, this is true if you're a cop, but still) Also, Mom wtf? Jeezzzzz

"Trista had a humongues smile on her face and she started crying." I'm so sorry but.... WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE???? LMAOOOO. "humongous" is the word ur looking for btw!

"Trista hugged Kyle and then they started talking about all of their old memoeries." LMFAOOOOO IM WHEEZING AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHA /lh. Memories* you mean? And is Kyle back fr fr? How'd she hug him? And for the big plot twist later, how'd he snap her neck?

"She started crying again and her mom went out of the room and slammed the door shut.Trista went to bed for real this time and later that night she woke up" Hi, you need a space after your period.

"Well that's what Trista thought at least." Comma after "well".

"“Because, you can’t be my child.” Kyle said." Unnecessary comma alert! Wee wooooooo wee woooooooooooooooOOOOOOOO!!!! You could remove it or replace it with an ellipsis. (...)

"“My child. My sister. I love you. It sucks to die again. Just imagine me again alright?”" Kyaha, what? Is the new mom their old mom reincarnated or her brother? Lol??????? Also, comma after the second "again"