As the policemen made their call I was told to go sit in the living room. I thought that I might as well. No need to be a bother to the two officers even though I were leaps ahead of them already. The little girl was still clinging to me even when I sat down. It felt like she liked me. Not the like that you would find within romance and love but more of the ‘attachment’ sort of like. It was comparable to the affection that you would receive from a pet. She could actually be compared to a pet quite a lot. She was soft and cute and seemed to like toying with moving things, like a cat. She also had fox ears and didn’t appear to be able to speak or understand language. Instead she made cute animal like noises when she reacted to something. I had never seen this kind of thing before. It must have been really rare for a person to be like this but I knew for sure that she was real. In fact, so real that the average person wasn’t strong enough to even perceive her. She made me feel really good about myself because she was the living proof of my strength. I wondered if dad would let me keep her at home if the authorities were unable to take her in. She did behave like a pet after all.

The call between my father and the police was turning out to be a long one and I felt restless. I just wanted matters to be solved already. I sighed and leaned back in the couch. The little girl seemed to take notice of my uneasiness. She looked at me with her bright-red eyes and proceeded to snuggle down beside me on the couch. It surprised me and made me uncomfortable at first but after a moment her warmth felt comforting and calmed me down. It felt the same as when my cat would cuddle up against me on the couch back in the days.

After a couple of minutes one of the policemen came into the living room and walked up to the couch. He said that my father was on the way. After that he started asking me why I would prank call the police and if I knew the consequences. I answered only with what I knew, which was that I didn’t make a prank call, the girl was leaning against me right there on the couch. but of course, the policeman didn’t believe me. He still couldn’t see her. He started going on and on about how wrong the thing I did was but I already knew that it was wrong and that I shouldn’t do that kind of thing. That’s why I had never done it or would ever do it. My father had already made a sure that I was a good boy. Since I was fully aware of this policeman’s ignorance I chose to not go against him too much so that I would not cause trouble. I was already happy enough and soon father would come and explain. I did think it was weird he hadn’t already done that. I guessed he wanted to go and do it in person to make sure he would get the point across. It might be expensive to talk long via telephone as well.

Soon the officer would leave me again to go out and meet my father who had arrived. I could faintly hear their voices from inside. But not for long. The door was violently pushed open and I could hear loud footsteps coming towards the living room. I was scared. It wasn’t dad being so angry right? Why would he be angry in the first place? I didn’t have any time left to think before father stormed into the living room with his coat still on. He was furious and started to scold me. It just made me more confused and scared. Did he really know the situation? If he did, he wouldn’t be so angry, right? The girl was right beside me, yet… Why? Why was father mad at me? He said that the girl was the work of my fantasy. He said that I was just as bad as my mother, never being able to be realistic. Always in my own fantasy. He continued with asking if I would cause him grief after dying during some fantasy journey as well. At this point he was crying, he was completely in despair. I myself couldn’t even speak. I didn’t know what to say. Hadn’t I always tried my best to follow his lead? When I said I saw a dragon flying in the sky when I was in second grade, he told me it wasn’t real and that it was just in my imagination. I believed him and every time I thought I had seen something out of the ordinary I went and asked him if it was real or not. That way I learned what was real and what wasn’t.

As I was sitting dumbstruck trying to figure out what was going on my father looked me in the eyes, still sobbing. He asked me, ‘She has red eyes and white hair, right?’. I told him yes. Could he see her? I asked him if he could but he said he couldn’t. Then I asked him how he knew. He then told me that my mother was always talking about a girl with big ruby eyes and long white hair when she was still alive. He started to cry even more when I asked him if the girl was real or not. It took him three minutes to answer. When he did, he went on about always playing a role and making up a hyper realistic ideology that would make me automatically disprove and deny anything that seemed out of place. Fantasy was the enemy he said.

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Now, he had realized that it had not worked out the way he wanted it to. The ideology had backfired when I was directly exposed to something unnatural by myself. I had already started to incorporate things that was not real into my own reality. At the time it was so hard to understand my father's words. I was immediately in denial. I started to think that my father was also weak. I was the strongest person. How could anyone else's reality be more real than mine? No one else saw things as clearly as I did. My reality must have been the correct one. Everything I saw was real and if you couldn’t see it then you were too weak.

Yeah, that made sense. That must be how it was. I was simply too superior. A grin started to spread across my face as I looked down on my crying father. I started to explain to him how reality actually worked. The words seemed to hit him hard as he collapsed, still sobbing. It didn’t faze me. It was exactly at times such as these where I had to be strong so I continued. I continued and continued. emptying my mind, telling my father everything as I felt a wicked excitement grow within me. It felt so nice to be able to look down on someone, even if it was father. It compelled me to crush him more but as I was giving in to myself more and more I noticed that the air had changed again. The easy and comfortable aura in the room was

fading and a dark and heavy presence was creeping out from the corners of the room. I realized it must be the little girl and I looked down at her. As I suspected, her eyes were a deep red growing even darker. They felt like two spear points shrouded in darkness. She was definitely displeased with me. Was it this feeling growing within me? Did she notice it? It really felt like it. As if she could just see right through me with those eyes of hers. Thought, it didn’t really matter as the sinister feeling inside me wasn’t fading. Rather, it was overflowing. It made me want to act, to put father under my foot and show that I was superior. I looked at my despaired father instead of the little girl and instantly felt a surge of excitement. I couldn’t help but to grin as I thought of how to push him down even further. Then, out of nowhere, small, red sparkles started to float around in the air along with an immense pressure building up. As the pressure rose the sparkles grew into big shining orbs radiating with red light. Suddenly I realized I was floating along with them. It was an indescribable feeling but I didn’t have much time to be dazed before I felt the pressure become crushing. My head started to ache as I floated around along with the red orbs in the room. I tried to look around for something that would relieve the pain and realized that the dimensions of the living room were warping and the floor with my father was floating further and further away. The pressure wasn’t going anywhere thought and I started to panic because of my headache growing more and more severe. I felt sluggish even thought I was floating in a room that was vertically stretching to infinity. I tried looking around more but everything grew hazy, I wasn’t even sure the living room was there anymore. The orbs seemed to multiply as well and the red light grew brighter and brighter which made me feel even worse. Then, the voice of a child started to echo around me through the blinding light. ‘Breathe‘. Over and over again the voice repeated the words with a familiar, soothing feeling. I cached on and started to take deep breaths. With each breath I could feel my head growing lighter and I started to regain a sense of order. I felt relieved but noticed that something else was bubbling within me. It was like my mind had been put into a state of change. Like a blacksmith heating up his iron in order to bend it to his will. Soon I would hear the child voice echoing around me again in the the unbearably bright void. I looked around but everything was just like a red flood light beaming me straight in the face. The voice started to tell me to close my eyes and continue breathing. I did just so without much after thought and started to feel the bubbling sensation growing stronger. The soothing voice begged me to open my eyes again after a moment. When I did I saw that the void had turned darker again and a smaller white orb was floating towards me until it got so close I presumed it went inside me. ‘Never doubt what you see. You are blessed to be perfect. Take care sweet brother of mine’.

With those words everything changed rapidly and suddenly I found myself on the street. The air was freezing and snowflakes were cautiously falling from the sky. I looked around for a moment and realized I was near school. I rose and started to walk towards the school with warmth in mind. After a minute or two I felt the daze catching up with me. What had just happened? It felt like the bubbling sensation had had a permanent effect on me. Something was different. I shuffled through the snow just in my socks and uniform but there was no pain. It was cold but not painful. Rather, it was cold but nice.