I never liked attention. Just a small stare would send me into an anxiety attack. Keeping my head down as I walked down the halls of Lincoln High, I never lifted my head. I am a loner. Sitting alone at lunches and in class, I was the laughing stock. All the awful names they called me remained embedded in my head. Often I arrived home with teary eyes. Thankfully my parents worked until 6:00 P.M., so they never knew about the bullies. Some days were better than others. I unlocked the door to our house and immediately the smell hit my nose. I took a deep whiff and smiled. The smell of freshly baked cookies made my day better. I rushed into the kitchen expecting my mom to be there smiling at me with flour smeared on her cheeks and her white, dirty apron wrapped around her waist. I was greeted by a clean kitchen. Lying on the table was a plate stacked with chocolate chip cookies, I greedily grabbed a few and headed up the stairs to my room. Our house consisted of four rooms which two of belonged to me. I mean, I was an only child, so my parents spoiled me to the ends of the world even when I refused to be. I quietly ate my cookies and sat on my bed. I stared deeply into my dark closet which no light touched. There she stood. Her long, white, grungy dress was tattered around the feet from all the dragging. She gave me a smile which led a chill that started from my fingertips all the way to my toes. Her yellowing teeth protruded out giving her a more scary look. No, I was not afraid. I have been seeing her for the past two years. She is the only friend I have, and I like to call her Amy. Sometimes when I let her, she dissolves into my body, and we become one. Even though we do not physically talk, I know she tries to comfort me in the best way she can, and I appreciate her effort. I wave my hand for her to approach me and she does. She sits down on my bed, but the space where she sat did not compress. It remained as if no one was there. I asked her if she wanted a cookie, but she shook her day. She looked at me in a way to ask me how my day went. I guess the sadness in my face presented itself because she put her hand on my shoulder and looked at me sympathetically. I'm not crazy. I knew Amy was not real. I just did not know whether she was a fragmentation on my imagination or whether she was a spirit trapped here. I really did not care. She was my one and only friend whether she did exist or not. I sighed and looked up. She disappeared. Her disappearing only meant one thing. Someone was home. I went back downstairs and came face to face with my dad.

"How was school today, Rachel?" He asked.

"It was fine," I replied.

"So whats for dinner?" He asked jokingly knowing I could not cook a single dish to save my life. I lightly punched him on the arm.

"What's up with coming home early tonight?" I questioned.

"Well, I decided to spend some quality time with my favorite daughter," he grinned.

"Dad, I'm your only daughter and child," I rolled my eyes and feigned hurt. He laughed out, and headed to their room to change out of his work clothes.

Meanwhile, knowing that my dad would take me out to dinner tonight, I decided to shower. Taking less than 15 minutes, I hurriedly got out and began to walk towards my closet when out of the corner of my eyes, I caught something suspicious. Amy began crawling towards me in an awkward position. I then knew she wasn't the same Amy I had been talking to earlier in the day. I became frightened. I called out her name, and her head snapped towards me. She began advancing towards me in the most strangest way. I whispered for my dad, but I knew he would never be able to hear it. I felt my heart beating and pulsing with each step she took. I tried to scream for my dad, but my voice caught in my throat. She lunged at me with top speed, and I had no time to react. The next thing I knew, she was forcing her soul into my body. I tried to fight her off, but she was too strong. My dad, not knowing of the events happening upstairs, started whistling and singing. I felt a surge of adrenaline, but that did not help with anything. I felt helpless. I could not fight anymore, so I gave up. This weird feeling started in my core of my body and traveled outward. I hissed and gasped. My arms and legs turned all 90 degrees then I dropped suddenly. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"You ready, sport?" My dad asked. I struggled to respond. I tried to speak, but no words came out.

"Let's go have some fun!" My voice replied to my dad. What is happening? That was not me talking. I tried to scream and shout for help, but my voice did not sound out.

I screamed my lungs out as I sat up in my bed. The familiar wallpapers did little to calm my uneasiness. Thank God that was a dream. I sighed and bent down to turn on my lightsaber night light. Being fully aware of the fact that I was not going to fall back asleep anytime soon, I grabbed the first ‘Night Worlds’ book that came within my reach. Before I knew it sleep soon overtook me. Again, the dream was haunting and realistic. The same entity took control of my dreams, and used them to turn against me and my sanity. Every night, the same thing occurred over and over again. Pretty soon I was taking just about anything to keep me awake whether it was 5 energy drinks or 3 cups of coffee throughout the day. My eyes became bloodshot, the skin below my eye sagged and darkened. Concerned for me, my parents tried to take me to the doctor, but they could not find anything wrong. I knew the problem. They were searching for a physical illness when they should have been inspecting my mental health. As time passed, anger began to build up inside. I have suffered too long, yet they still have not found anything. Grabbing lamps, cups and shoes, I threw at the white walls that seemed to mock me. No longer did she greet me in my dreams, she came out. When I am alone at home, I can see her shuffling from room to room out of the corner of my eye. I choose to not acknowledge her because if I do, things will worsen. Although, the situation could not get any worse than this, I chose not to test the Gods that appeared to have despised me all of the sudden. Amy, becoming braver and stronger as she fed off my fears, now touched me. Whether it her finger stroked my finger, or her lips grazing against my cheek, the skin she managed to touch bruised and ached the next day. My parents came to a horrible conclusion that I abused myself, and decided it would be best to place me in a mental institution. The visions in my dream came to life. It came to the point where Amy now possessed me. Usually, she let me back in my body, but many times she spent the entire day while, I am conscious of the fact she inhabited me. Just like my dream, I am unable to do anything about it. She talks through my voice, feels through my limbs, and sees through my eyes. Help.