#mixed madia painting

[takahikohayashi]

D-15.feb.1989 (D-15,Feb,89) One of the series “Copper and Paper” by Takahiko HAYASHI 1989 24.4 x 12.0cm mixed media painting on paper

[staticv1sion]

Imaginary Friend

By staticv1sion

Painting by Anna Madia

According to her, Jenna had always had trouble making friends. She told me that the kids would call her Dottie or Dot Face because of her freckles. Of course, they were all in elementary school, but it still left her lonely.

My first memory was with her. I opened my eyes and I was on a playground. The sun shone brightly into my eyes, and the plastic of the slides bounced off of every surface. She sat in front of me, smiling.

“Hi, Tommie,” she said. “That’s your name, by the way. Tommie.”

“Tommie?,” I asked, very confused.

“Do you want to play with me?,” she responded, not answering me, and stood up. Her blonde hair was reflecting all that light leaving a line of blue stretched across her face.

“Okay,” I answered.

We were nine then. We’re both sixteen now, and I am still here. Still playing with my friend Jenna.

It was a Tuesday morning. I was walking with Jenna to her first class.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she said. “I know you don’t really like learning and all that.”

“It’s fine,” I smiled. “I like you.”

“Now that just sounds romantic,” she laughed.

We went into the room. There were about fourteen other kids already in there, and we sat in the very back, me directly next to her. The other kids turned around, looking at her and laughing. She immediately frowned.

“They’re jerks,” I said. “Ignore them.”

People her age had never liked her, but the reason changed after elementary school. Every time I was at school with her, it seemed like everyone was making fun of us.

Later in the day at lunch, a whole group was turning around and giggling in our direction. I got up, but Jenna grabbed my arm and sat me back down.

“You can’t do anything,” she told me.

She’s a liar, I thought. If she let me I could’ve kicked their asses.

We ate in silence.

School ended. We were walking home and I was trying my best to make her laugh. It wasn’t really working.

“Do you remember that time when we were kids and you jumped so damn high off that swing?,” I asked, laughing.

She didn’t smile.

“Come on, Jenna,” I said. I was no longer walking, but instead just staring at her. “I’m trying to cheer you up.”

“I know,” she said as she stopped a little ahead of her. Her head stayed down and her blonde hair covered her face. I saw something fall from her cheek. She was crying.

“What’s wrong?,” I asked, shocked. Had I done something? Why didn’t I notice she was that upset?

“Can we please just….stop talking?”

“Okay.”

“In public.”

“...What do you mean?,” I asked. My concern was turning into a mix of emotions.

“In public. I don’t wanna talk to you in public anymore,” she said.

“All the time?,” I asked. “Like…forever?”

She nodded, turned, and kept on walking.

I was left there; pissed off and stood in the middle of the sidewalk.

What had I done to her? I had only tried to stand up for her and she was getting pissy at me? I hated her. I was never going to do anything nice for her again if she wanted to act like that.

I know. I was selfish.

A couple of days passed. Normally Jenna was all smiles around me, we would spend all our time together. We’d play outside, listen to music, or I’d even help her fail her homework sometimes. Recently? Nothing. She sat far away from me, headphones on, silent. I had no idea what I possibly could have done to her, but my anger was only growing. I had started kicking her things over, yelling, waving my hands in front of her face. She never reacted to me.

I gave up. For the first time in a long time, I left Jenna alone in her room.

It just so happened that when I went out her door, her phone rang.

“Hello?,” I heard her answer. Stopping, I turned and put my ear against the door. Snoop, I know.

“Of course I’ve been taking my pills, Mom,” she replied to someone. That was a lie, but she continued. “Yes..yes.. I know, I will…I’m going to…Mom……It’s not easy like that! He’s my friend! Not just someone I can easily get rid of! I know he’s hurting me… I just…I can’t get rid of my friend. My only friend..”

I sat there outside the door. I didn’t know what exactly I was doing to hurt her, but I had an idea and it made my stomach sink. I wasn’t helping Jenna. How could I not be helping Jenna?

You know a way to help her, a voice in my head told me.

I know, I replied back to it. But I’m scared.

I walked away from the door and plugged my earphones into my MP3 player. Music had always calmed me down, but right now I was using it to block out my thoughts. Still, they didn’t stop.

Did I want to do this? Was I sure? That sinking feeling was getting worse, so I turned the music up. I didn’t want my friend to hurt. My whole life had always sort of revolved around her. I spent each and every hour of the day with her, and I was hurting her?

I really wished my music wasn’t at max volume at that moment because I really wanted to blast it louder, and I really wished the bleeding of my ears would make my brain stop working.

That night I found my way back in her room. She was sitting at her desk, the light of a computer shining on her face. She knew I was in there, but ignored me.

I was shaking slightly. This was probably the dumbest thing I had ever done in my life, but this was my friend. My best friend. Fear tried its best to cloud my reason, but I didn’t let it. Pushing away the feeling of despair, I grabbed the pills off of Jenna’s nightstand and sat them next to her hand. Finally, her head turned to face me. Those brown eyes pierced my soul.

“Take them,” I said.

“...What?,” she asked. Her defensive glare faded as she finally looked at me. Not just physically looking, but searching; trying to locate my feelings. The care, love, and concern in her face showed me I was doing the right thing.

“Take them,” I repeated. “I think it’s time we both move on from me.”

As my friend unscrewed the bottle and stared at me, I thought about all the things we had done together.

She created me when she was nine. Alone, no friends, a little girl decided to make one. She named him Tommie (the spelling mistake being from her lack of….intelligence). Tommie and Jenna were best friends, but then Jenna got older. Having freckles wasn’t so weird anymore, but talking to invisible people sure was. I had been the one outcasting her from others. I kept her for myself because I was scared. I am still scared.

A few months ago her parents had taken her to a doctor who recommended she take pills to rid herself of me, but she refused.

Because I was her friend. But, I was also a thorn in her side.

“I’m sorry, Tommie,” she said, tears filling her eyes as she held two peach colored capsules in her hand.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. I was forcing myself to smile for her. “I’ll always be here for you.”

As she swallowed and I began to fade away, all I could think of was how much this hurt. Mentally hurt. Watching those tears fall down her cheek as she reached for me for one last time, I didn’t get the chance to comfort her.

Just like that, I was gone.

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