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Creepypasta #893: My Friend, Olivia

Length: Long

I have a friend; her name is Olivia. She is 16 years old and has brown hair and brown eyes and is very pretty.

Olivia is imaginary.

My name is Chloe. I am 15 years old and I have blonde hair and grey eyes and I am not very pretty.

I am real.

Olivia and I like to go to the park and get ice-cream and talk.

We talk about a lot of things: fashion, school, boys. She likes this guy called Michael, I like Michael too.

Don’t keep reading thinking there’s going to be a happy ending.

No-one has a happy ending.

Olivia and I first became friends ten years ago when I was five and she was six. She was pretty, funny, everything I could ever want in a friend.

I have never been good at making friends, they never… Understand me. People would always call me nasty names.

Weirdo.

Whore.

Psycho.

Fat.

Murderer.

I only killed my pet hamster. What was their problem?

Now, don’t think six year olds were calling me a whore, they weren’t. This happened over a prolonged period of time.

I remember the day I first made friends with Olivia. It was a Tuesday in a Science lesson. No one wanted to sit near me and then all of a sudden she appeared.

I was never lonely after that.

As I’ve mentioned before, my track record of making friends wasn’t too great so my parents never believed me.

Of course they were right, Olivia was imaginary. I was in denial.

“Are you sure you’ve made a friend?”

“You’ve never had a friend before”

“Darling, maybe this Olivia girl feels sorry for you”

It was heart-breaking.

Five years passed and Olivia and I spent every single day together. We’d play on the swings in my back garden, telling each other secrets. I remember always getting annoyed with my Mum because she would only bring out one lemonade and I would always say,

“What about Olivia?”

Just to get a look of disappointment in response.

When we turned thirteen we had a joint birthday party. I had to share my presents with her because no one bought her any. I felt bad for her but of course, she wasn’t real. That was the best birthday party ever.

It all went downhill from there.

My parents decided to move me to a new school, hoping my ‘imaginary friend’ phase would pass.

I was scared.

I wouldn’t have my best friend with me.

Who would I talk to?

Who would I eat lunch with?

That first day was horrible.

Walking the corridors was the loneliest part. Everyone was staring. I was the new girl, of course. I knew that if Olivia was here no one would be staring.

I was alone, again.

That was until the second day.

I walked into my French class to see Olivia sitting there, smiling at me. Her long brown hair pulled up into a tight ponytail, the boys drooling over her.

I must admit, I have always been jealous of her looks. I’ve never been able to get rid of my baby fat.

Anyway, that day I ran home with Olivia by my side.

“Mum, Dad! Olivia has moved to my school”,

Once more, I received a sigh and a disappointed mutter in response.

Olivia wasn’t real.

“You’re too old for an imaginary friend”, they would say.

I’m sixteen in a weeks’ time and they have been saying that for the past year.

Yesterday was January the 1st.

My parents told me they have had enough of Olivia.

I need to grow up.

Get some real friends.

Learn to be responsible.

We argued for a good two hours. They just don’t understand. Olivia is the only person in the world who has ever understood me. She knows every secret, every inside joke, every little detail.

Today is January 2nd.

My parents found Olivia’s body this morning.

Hanging from a tree with a noose around her neck; a note attached.

“My name is Olivia. I am 17 years old and have brown hair brown eyes and am very pretty. I am real.”

My parents did believe me.

That was until the body was identified as a different girl from down the street.

Her name was Emily.

I only wanted to prove that I did have a friend.

I am sorry.

Olivia wasn’t real.

Credits to: PaleWhiteSkin

anonymous asked:

AAAAAAAAA okay so I came out to my mom as nb a few days ago and I really couldn't tell what she was thinking but today she introduced me to one of her work friends and!!! She used my preferred name and pronouns!!! And it was so so so validating and incredible and I totally did not expect that at all and I'm just really really happy rn and I wanted to share that with someone -sonny anon

AHHHHH OH MY GOSH KIDDO THAT IS ABSOLUTELY AWESOME NEWS!!!!!! I’m so so so happy for you! :’) I’m so glad you’re getting the acceptance and support you deserve! <333

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