By the time I was two my my mother had moved the two of us to Kingsbridge, Devon, a very small town. Too small, apparently, for my mother's liking. But this is where my delusions of nightmaren began. I would speak of the horned people, who wore hoods all the time! and The man with six eyes on his hands on a daily bases. My mother figured these were imaginary friends at the time.
At six years old in 2001, we moved again... to the United States. Oregon, to be exact. That was ten years ago. And today is my birthday. But not just any Birthday, my sweet sixteen. As of ten thirty-two tonight, I will have reached what I considered full-on teendom! And today, I was going out with some friends of mine... well, my only friends. I was usually too... well, we'll just say odd for other kids.
My delusions Had kept up through the years, and the results were my friends. I knew they were real, though. And I learned to keep quiet after my mom put me through the childrens' hospital in-patient mental care.
Today they'd be flying from Twinseeds to see me, odd outfit and all. Usually, magic hid them, but they'd only be hiding they're horns, and I would see them how they really were clearly, when usually I'd have to struggle to see them in my head. I went to our secret meeting spot- around the pizzeria, under the cover of trees. They'd be birds, landing right in front of me, and then they would be them again.
Sure enough, ten minutes passed, and a raven and a red cardinal landed, immediately becoming two familiar faces- Reala and Jackle. I went to accept hugs as soon as they transformed into their true forms.. Jackle had his wicked smile, which I had loved forever, and Reala let out a chuckle, before looking at Jackle and quietly reminding him, Jackle, your horns! Hide them!
Eh...? Oh! He felt the top of his head to confirm they were still there, and they vanished almost instantly. I laughed,
Well,guys, jester outfits, cape and all, let's hit the town!