A/N: Honestly I'm not really sure what this is. I believe it's supposed to be River when she was younger and having to grow up with the Silence and the Madame whats-her-name from a good man goes to war. I enjoy speculating; for instance, could River remember the Silence for awhile while she was growing up since they seemed to be taking care of her? I dunno, I just enjoy writing little drabbles that come to mind after I have nightmares.
She's always had her friends.
Her mother always called them imaginary, even though she could see them too. But her mother always pretended afterwards. Pretended she hadn't met her friends. She never did like it when mother did that.
They'd always been everywhere she had gone. Whether at a bakery or a forest, they were there, watching. They never did talk much. When she was younger she thought they were all the same one, following her, but as she got older she realized that she was the one following them.
Despite how long she had known them, she knew nothing of them, except that she was their only friend. They have no others to talk to. To rely on. But she is their friend, their loyal friend, always near them no matter where they are. She watches over them, wondering who they are and why they never say, but does not ask them to tell her anymore. They never will anyway.
They rarely speak, her friends, but that's okay. They're silent listeners, who know her problems, her worries, her anger, her pain. After all, that's all she's ever felt in her life anyway. Real feelings have never managed to grow in her. Ever since her mother anyway. But her mother has been here forever, just like her. Her and her friends.
She's always had her friends.