Anna, the girl that lives in my head

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

A story about my best friend. Enjoy!

Sometimes, when I'm really lonely, I like to imagine that I'm not alone. For the lack of love and compassion and friendship in this world, I have made my own friend. Her name is Anna, she lives inside my head, and sometimes, when (In the middle of a busy school) I feel alone, she comes out to play. Now, you may call me crazy, you wouldn't be the first. But I wouldn't be what I am without Anna. I have no friends, the few people who loved me left, but Anna never leaves, she is always there. Lurking, in that dark corner of my mind. And at the moment I need her, I need not call, she knows, and always comes, never late. My poems wouldn't be the same without my Anna. She whisperers them into my ear, as if my souls is dictating them to me.

  Anna is (as you probably figured out) a girl. She's a little older than me, and a lot shorter. She has short boyish, red hair. And large deep-green eyes. Her skin is smooth and always warm, whenever I need a hug. Her smile, always bright, and a little sad, as if she's trying to show me how I feel inside, she always succeeds. I would call Anna rude! Defiantly she is. She's a crazy sociopath with no feelings for others, and maybe that's why I like her. She loves none but me, she trusts none but me, and she choose me to be able to see her, and hear her, and feel her touch. Anna makes me feel special, I can always trust her, love her, and she will always be there to welcome me after a hard day with a loving smile.

  She's sitting on the corner of the bed reading what I wrote about her. She smiles again at the description of her that I gave, but I left out important details that neither of us what's you to know. Anna likes to pet me on the head. I find it cute, even though she is much shorter than me.

Some of you might say that Anna is just an imaginary friend, a figure I made up to fill a hole in my heart.but nevertheless she is my friend. And I will always trust her more than anyone else, because she is, essentially, a part of me people don't get to see. My friend, my guardian angel, my lover, my guide, my hope and everything I ever lost, my Anna.


Submitted: November 12, 2014

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