My Imaginary Friend

I laid in bed, thinking about "stuff."
Like last week when my mom totally disappeared.
That night I cried.
That night I wished for mom to come back.
She didn't come back.
I screamed, I whispered, I walked beside the parchment walls.
I moaned
I groaned
I called out,"MOM!"
Then I saw it. An imaginary friend, perhaps. She motioned me to come. I twitched my head to one side, feeling great discomfort and lots of curiosity.
She walked into the attic, which father said that I was never allowed into, since my mother disappeared. I tried not to go in but curiosity fell quite over me. i tiptoed in. An eerie glow began to show, creeping me out as I walked closer and closer to it. Then I screamed. It was mother.