The story you are about to hear is completely true, each word of it is the product of complete honesty. I don't know much about it, but I suppose that if there is any place to speak or him, this is it. Please don't think I'm weird, I'm just different.573Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVtK2mMDcL
I haven't told many people about Orchid, because what would I say? He doesn’t like it when I call him an imaginary friend, he is completely real. So this is the first time I'm speaking of him.
Orchid started as the shadows that haunted my room at night. He was a flicker in the corner of my eyes, causing me to duck under my covers in fear. A strange noise that shouldn't have been made entered my ears? It was Orchid (though I didn't know that).
Finally, deciding I would have no more of that ghost or creature that came to me at night, thirteen-year-old Me sat up and glared at the place where the shadow that visited me each night had just crossed my vision. I tried force first, firmly stating, "If you think you can keep doing this then you're wrong!"
Orchid, of course, didn’t respond. He was probably sitting next to me the entire time, watching me and laughing while I yelled at the curtains.
“I know you’re real! I know I’m not just imagining you! You always come, every night. I always see you. What are you? Why are you?” He, uh… didn’t reply to that either. Back then I didn’t know how to look for his words. He blended into the white noise that we as humans have to train ourselves to translate.
It struck me suddenly, the fact that I was being so mean and forceful towards this thing. I didn’t even know of their motives, knew nothing of their personality, and yet I was just assuming him evil. So I tried a different approach.
“Hey… You know, if you showed yourself to me, then I might not be as scared of you…”
Orchid told me once that he was beyond surprised to hear me say that. From the basic understanding he has somehow inserted into my sub consciousness, I have deduced that there is an ‘Orchid’ for every single person on Earth. Usually young children see them first, in the form of imaginary friends, but they soon dismiss these friends as nonexistent childhood fantasies. It also kinda ties into the belief of guardian angels, how each person has a guardian angel that protects them everywhere they go.
Orchid is not imaginary, and he is not an angel. He is a different being entirely. Orchid claims that he is human, and has stubbornly refused to say anything else, but I’m still wary.
Before the person that these beings were meant for is born, they are in a special dimension none of us know of. I am pretty sure that Orchid felt bitter towards me because he believed that I would never even know of him. Orchid was pretty much convinced that he would live on earth, always watching me from a distance, never get to talk to me, then die with me when my time came, having lived a meaningless, boring life like most of his other colleagues. So when I addressed him as an individual with feelings and rights, too (rather than like a monster), he was filled with emotions that I cannot describe on paper.
I tried again, “It’s okay if you’re shy or you are afraid I’ll be scared of you… I promise I won’t.” When Orchid failed to do anything more, I sighed and curled up in bed once more. “Well, I guess we can be friends. When you think you trust me enough to show yourself to me, then go ahead, ok… Friend?”
From then on, I called Orchid by the name of Friend. I think he tried to scare me out of liking him on more than one occasion, often making me cry softly to myself under my blankets. He still held some bitterness towards us foolish humans. But I could feel his slight regret each time this happened.
Orchid was around me for every single step of my life, following me. He used to possess stuffed animals in order to get across to me, I remember swearing as a child that they would talk to me. Because he was always there, he knew of every aspect of my fears. He knew exactly what would reduce me to a trembling, sobbing mess beneath my covers at night, and when he held particular resentment for me, he would play upon them.
One night, I remember shaking so badly that I could barely move. I ripped the covers from my body, and weakly asked him why? “W-why Friend? I s-still l-l-love you, b-but you’re h-hurting me!” After that, I think I retreated back beneath my blankets, because I woke up the next morning with the sheet nearly strangling me. I don’t remember feeling any fear after I spoke to Orchid that night, so I thought that my words had gotten across to him.
Several weeks passed, each night was completely incident free. This was a good thing, but it also made me sad to think that my Friend had left. I thought that he was gone for good, and the thought struck complete misery into my heart.
After a particularly messy fight with my parents, I had thrown on a jacket and my pair of rain boots. Fat tears of frustration and anger running down my blotchy, red face, I popped the screen out from my window and jumped into the cool night air. I began running. Whenever I get extremely upset, I tend to just need to escape. I run and run, my emotions fueling me until I’m in a completely new place. After cooling down, I return home level-headed and ready to face whatever problem I was so distraught with previously.
So I was on my way home from one expedition, when I heard something in the woods next to my neighborhood. It sounded just like a noise I might hear from my friend. Standing there in the orangey glow of a street light, I stared at the woods, waiting for something, anything that would show me my Friend again.
When my eyes caught onto a flickering shadow, I knew it was him. “FRIEND!!” I cried, waving my arms in the air. I didn’t care if the neighbors were woken my by shouting, all I was focused on was him.
The change in the atmosphere was almost audible. I could feel his happiness, his relief, and his gratitude that I was still his friend. His attitude towards me had palpably changed for the better, he now considered me a virtuous, kind individual. I could almost feel him wrapping his arms around me and saying “I’m sorry.”
That night I had a dream where I was laying beneath the stars in Madland, a changed version of Wonderland. The Mad Hatter (my favourite character from any movie, book, and play of all time, ever since I was small) was laying in the grass next to me. In Madland, the Mad Hatter is a young man about the age of 18-21, and he is not mad, but simply more perceptive than anyone can appreciate.
He raised his finger to the sky and asked, “Which one of those stars knows you the best?” I understood him perfectly, he was asking which one was my friend. I, too, pointed. There was one star that was very dim compared to the others, but was (in my opinion) the best. One side of it was light pink, the other side was light blue. Right in the center where the two colors mixed, was a lovely shade of Purple.
“That one,” I replied, smiling at the Mad Hatter. He smiled too, and replied, “Ah, yes… that one is very special. His name is Orchid, you know.”
From that point on, Orchid and I have been inseparable. I can always feel it when he needs me to talk to him, and he is always there when I need him. He inspires so much inside me, and I wish other people would begin to notice their own ‘Orchids.’ This whole tale may seem far-fetched, after all, it is about another being named after a star from another dimension named after a color named after a flower, but I assure you, Orchid is every bit as real as you and me.
He helped me write this entire thing, after all.
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