Imaginary+Friend+(Adinda's+Work)

== **“Dark.” That is the first word that went out from Rory’s lips after he opened his eyelids. “Why am I here?” Rory shook his head and gathered his strength to stand from his bed. He walked around the small room and decided to hold the cold metal bars that blocked him from going out. “This is impossible! No! It’s impossible!” Rory leant to the bars and slowly fell to the floor. He buried his heads on his hands, sweats and tears were dripping out from his head. He knew that he was not supposed to be here. “You know that I didn’t kill Emma right, Damian?” Rory turned his head to the left side of the room. “You know it right Damian? I didn’t kill Emma Roberts! Santana and Sebastian did it! Not me!” Rory stared at the ceiling and gripped the metal bars tightly. “Yes, that’s right Damian. They sang ‘it’ in front of me; every lyric that came out of their mouth became spells and hypnotized me. “So, I’m not guilty right, Damian?” A second after that, a guard passed by Rory and smiled at him, “Are you crazy?” asked the guard while holding his laughter. “What is he talking about, Damian? The guard frowned and stared at Damian deeply. “Yeah, that’ right the guard is crazy.” The guard was confused and gripped the bars tightly, “whatever kid, don’t make any chaos, ok?” The guard left him and headed to see his boss, he got a story to tell him. Meanwhile, Rory had stood up but he still gripped the metal bars. “I’m not guilty right, Damian? Santana and Sebastian were the one who killed Emma but why did they arrest me? Their voices fitted into perfect harmony. Those hypnotizers! They shall pay for this!” Rory nodded his head as if he heard an answer. “You’ll help me Damian? Sure? So, first step I shall call the guards isn’t it?” Rory grinned and high-five the person that was named Damian. “Guard! Guard!! Come here!!” Rory shouted on top on his lungs, the guard heard Rory’s high-pitch shrieked and approached him. “What’s wrong kiddo?” asked the guard who was wearing sunglasses and holding his phone. “I’m not guilty!” Rory’s face turned redder as his anger rose. “We’re not stupid. We have proved that you murdered someone; while you, I believe you don’t have any prove.” Rory shook his head and clenched his jaw, “You can ask my friend, Damian! He is the witness!” The guard raised one of his eyebrows and opened his sunglasses, “Okay! Where is Damian?” Rory pointed his fingers to the left side and grinned, “This is my friend, Damian.” The guards exchanged glances and crossed their arms while looking at Rory. “Don’t play with us kiddo! This is not a joke! You committed crime kid and you have to pay for it.” Rory gripped the bars tightly and kicked it, “I didn’t commit a crime! Never once in my life, I commit a crime! Santana and Sebastian did it, right Damian?” The guards sighed and inserted their pistols to the holster. “You’re sick kiddo!” They left Rory and shook their head. Rory walked and sat on his bed, he didn’t want to live there, so he stared at the small window and punched his hard bed. “I don’t want to be punished for the things that I didn’t do.” The next day, a guard visited Rory; he brought a person who was wearing white coat and a stethoscope hanging around his neck, the guard called him ‘doctor.’ They approached Rory and the man stared at Rory intently, with him, he brought a book and a pen to make notes. “Rory aren’t you?” the doctor smiled at him. “Yes I am Rory, and this is my friend, Damian.” He pointed to his left side. “Trust me Doc, I’m not guilty! You can ask Damian! He’s right here beside me.” The doctor stared at Rory and asked, “Rory, is Damian even real?” Damian scratched his head while thinking. //Does Damian exist?// He didn’t even know…** ==