Re: You're a Pleasure You're a DayDream

Her attire consisted of a long days labor at the office. She swings her hair to the side, as she gently takes each step down to the corridor of her apartment. Her most exciting part of the day yet she feels nothing but sheer grief. Allie will meet her there. He is her only friend.
“Though hardly a friend at all.” Allie looks at her with his green narrow eyes blinking once or twice, as she tries to count, or remember how many times. Allie is a cat. A big stripped brown cat with the tail cut short. She shakes her head a bit.
“What do you mean, you ARE my only friend, you know that.”
“Given the circumstances it is you who only believes I’m your only friend. For I am a figment of your imagination, which doesn’t make me something solid as a friend would be.”
She taps her nails on the wood of the bench, and watches Allie ignore her and lick his back.
“But you are always there for me like a friend would be. You sit with me now after a hard day like a friend would do. I’ve had a very bad day Allie.”
And Allie turns his head slowly toward her, letting out a slight yawn.
“Yes yes you always have bad days, and I am always here.”
There was an awkward silence in the air. One that she felt lasted for days. She kept thinking of the words he was saying to her over and over. What was this day to her exactly?
“Do you know anyone else who talks to cats?”
“No Allie.”
“Do you think that everyone is lying to you about what we have? Did you think they were all lying?”
“I know Allie please, just be here for me.”
“But I can’t, exactly where am I? If I’m just in your head this whole thing makes no sense. Why did you make up my existence in the first place? The doctors, and your real friends told you I didn’t exist, and here you are. I love you Shayla but that is not the point, I can not be around forever.”
“I just want you to be there.”
She had tears in her eyes. Shayla didn’t wear make up so it was ok that she cried, but she didn’t want Allie to disappear just because he wanted to. He was her’s or so she thought. He had always said he would be there, always hers, at all times. She whips he face on her cardigan, but Allie doesn’t flinch doesn’t move to comfort her as he use to. She digs in her pockets and takes out three large pills. Red White Blue. She thinks of government, and reality, and decides that she doesn’t want to get involved.
“But I don’t want to be involved with you. Besides those things aren’t good for you.” Shayla looks at the pills in her hand and takes them any way, without water.
“Why does it matter? If you’re leaving what’s good and what’s not?”
“I care about you, don’t take them so much.”
“You’re leaving. If you are so bold as to say such a thing, these pills will make you go away faster.”
“Na ah na ah.” Allie turned completely away from her and jumped off the bench seemingly chasing an ant or something small on the ground. Shelia had an immense amount of rage inter her throat. She coughed then went down to pet Allie, only really wanting to hit him a bit.
“Why did you come here, just to lie, then leave me. You know where I’m going after this don’t you? You’re a fucking asshole.”
Allie sat and looked up at her.
“I didn’t create this. Look around you. You created it. Eventually something you make up will always disappear. Everyone told you! EVERYONE! They said I wouldn’t be here forever. They were right. You honestly think you are something special? Do you? Is it because of the pills? Do they give you power? Not with me they don’t!”
Allie began loosing his fur, his insides showing lightly as he began to disappear. Shelia couldn’t watch. She wouldn’t let herself watch this. Yes she did believe she was someone special, she did believe she had something special, but as she runs up the stairs and to her room, she only finds herself staring in the mirror at someone she has never known.