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I look like you. But, I'm not "real." I mean. Technically I'm real. It's just certain people are gifted enough to see me. No. I am not a ghost. I am what is known as an Imaginary Friend. We may be imaginary beings. But we are real. And, what is forgotten or never acknowledged is we have feelings just like you do.

You see. I'm a small piece of a much larger operation. I am a worker; an employee. My employer is just a boy. His name is Wally West. He is thirteen years old. I'm his Imaginary friend. He isn't my first employer. He did not imagine me. Only certain children are gifted with enough power to make one of us. I was imagined by a small girl a long time ago. And since her, I have made countless friends. And I have lost all of them.

Wally was five. He needed a friend. No love at home. Nobody to care at school. That's what we imaginary friends are for. We are your friend when no one else will be. We are there for you when no one else is. But, there is only so much that we can do. We aren't seen by everyone. We can't do things "real" friends could. And, as children grow older, they forget we were ever friends. That hurts. No one ever thinks about our feelings. Well, I'm telling you. It hurts like a son of a bitch when the person we once called friend tosses us aside. It hurts so bad when the person we once called friend forgets that we exist.

Okay, well, how this works. You see, we seek out those who can see us. If they can't see us, they can't be our friend. We seek out those in need of a friend. It's mostly children. But, I have had grown ups befriend me. (It hurts worse when a grown up makes me go away.)

Wally West needed me. He still needs me. But, it won't be long before he doesn't need me anymore. And he hasn't forgotten me yet. But he will. They all do. As soon as they don't need us anymore, we have to leave.

I am 13 years old. I am a girl. I was walking to the Keystone Camp for Imaginary friends one day when Wally was five. (I was still 13. I don't age.) I was in the middle of friends. I needed a new employer. I was searching for countless hours. And, I was about to give up.

"There is no needy kids in Keystone!" I said.

But, that's when I heard crying and wailing. And, a child asking, "Why doesn't mommy and daddy love me? Why don't kids at school like me? Someone tell me that."

I thought, 'perfect. A needy kid. Now, just to see if he can see an imaginary friend.' I flew up to his window. I phased through the window. My heart ached at the sight I saw. He was the cutest little thing I ever saw. Tears rushing down that sweet face... Who would heart this little boy? Assholes.

I waited for Wally to notice me. Or look my way in case he didn't have the gift to see me. But he does have the gift. He looked up. He wiped the tears from his eyes. He sniffled. He asked, "Who are you?"

I answered with a pain in my heart, "Your imaginary friend. As long as you want me."

He perked up as soon as I spoke of the friendship that we were going to have. "My friend?" I nodded. "I don't have any friends. Please be my friend."

"I am your friend!"

His smile warmed my cold heart. He's the first friend I made in a long time that I actually care about. (Caring about them just leads to a bigger heartbreak.)

"What's your name?" A question I've been asked countless times and the answer never changes.

"I'm your friend. You get to pick my name because I'm imaginary." If I didn't tell them that, they would think every friend they get from here on out… Well, they would think that they could name them.

"Okay. How about Iris? I love my Aunt Iris."

"Iris it is, buddy."

And that is how I met Wally West. I have learned horrible things since then. I Seen even worse tragedies. This poor boy is bullied at school and abused at home. The kid never gets a break. So, here I am, once again, sitting on his bed. He's crying on my shoulder like he normally does. I already tried to get him to tell someone, many times before. I told him that it didn't matter who he told. Just as long as someone knew so that they could help him.

And every time, he would say, "No, I love mommy and daddy. I can't tell on them. And if I tell on the other kids at school- it would only make it worse." I would shake my head and drop the subject. I would make him feel better instead. That's in my job description.

But, today is different. I didn't even mention telling someone because I didn't want to be told no again. He stood up (on his own) and said, "I have had enough." He walked over to his cell phone (on his own). He dialed his Uncle Barry's phone number (on his own). I can only imagine Barry's reaction. I couldn't actually hear what Barry said.

"Uncle Barry." Wally sobbed.

"What's wrong kiddo?"

"Mommy and Daddy don't treat me right."

"What do you mean kiddo?"

"They hurt me. Hit me."

"Where are you kid?"

"My room."

"Stay put. I'm coming to get you."

"Okay. I'll wait right here."

And that's the conversation that will end my existence in Wally's life. Because Uncle Barry picked up Wally. A bunch of legal crap later, Barry and Iris are Wally's legal guardians and Rudolf (Wally's dad) and Mary (Wally's mom) are in jail. Barry and Iris live in Central City, so Wally now lives in Central City.

I was still Wally's only friend until he found out that Barry was- well- he is The Flash (a famous superhero). Wally recreated that experiment that gave Barry Superpowers. Once Wally became Kid Flash. Here it comes. I knew it would. Barry introduced Wally to Batman's kid, Robin. They became Best Friends, instantly. There was no room for me. And like all those times before, I disappeared in Wally's heart. I don't know if he could still see or hear me, but if he could, he ignored me. This time it hurt more than all the rest. Because I fell in love with Wally. And, now he doesn't need me because he has a "real" friend.

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