Chapter 2
I sat in the backseat looking out the window as the scenery passed in a blur.
Daddy's car was quiet and glided over the road with no unexpected bumps at all. I personally thought it was very boring, I wanted him to get the pretty blue car but he decided on grey instead.
He needed to make a professional impression on his clients he had said.
I frowned. Work always came first to him, even his personal life was dictated by his work.
Our home was very modern looking, outside of my room I was hardly allowed to touch anything because sticky little kids hands would spoil the appearance mummy always says.
The atmosphere felt very lonely at our home from the cold tiles to the hardly used furniture, since mummy and daddy were hardly around to use it.
The thing I hated most though was when daddy had clients over for a business meeting and he would kneel down in front of me, sternly look me in the eyes and say "listen here princess, your friends or whatever you call them. They are not to be at the dinner tonight, okay? If they talk to you, you ignore them or there will be consequences".
He would force me to promise then give me one of his empty cold smiles and walk away.
Those were the loneliest nights of all when Tommy and everyone weren't allowed to stay with me.
I don't understand why mummy and daddy couldn't see my friends.
Then again I suppose they can hardly even see me so it doesn't really surprise me that they can't see them.
Every Wednesday and Friday afternoon they arrange for the butler to take me to the psychologist office to see Mrs Stone.
She has a very unfriendly vibe about her so my friends usually leave while I'm at her office.
Stupid babies I inwardly thought to myself and gave an evil eye to nothing in particular.
The reason that I have to keep going back to see Mrs Stone is because she thinks I have a mental illness and that you are part of some delusion I'm having.
My parents and the doctor are wrong though. Tommy, Lil, Phil and Chuckie are real, just as real as me or Suzie.
"I don't know what I would do if they weren't real" the words had slipped out of my mouth before I even realised it.
My eyes quickly flew open and I bit my lip praying that my parents didn't hear that.
"What did she just say?" I heard my mum whisper to my dad.
"I think she's talking about those friends of hers again, Charlotte." He shook his head slowly.
"I'm going to pull the car over to call Mrs Stone and ask if I can book a short session with her today."
I stared at the floor in frustration. Stupid Angelica! Why did you have to let that slip? Now you have to go to the psychologist on a Monday. I rolled my eyes.
You knew this would happen. An 'emergency session' daddy called it.
Daddy pulled the car over to the side of the road and called up Mrs Stone and booked an appointment in half an hour.
We drove in silence for what felt like forever when mummy turned around and said "please try to really let Mrs Stone's words sink in this time. I think deep down you know she's right."
She stared straight into my eyes as if to challenge me.
My face contorted in disgust. Sometimes I really hated her, it felt like she wasn't even my real mother.
As I was staring into her eyes I realised that they were brown.
She rarely looks at me straight like this for an extended period of time so I'd never really noticed in the past.
Daddy's eyes flicked over to the rear mirror to check what was going on and I noticed that he had brown eyes too.
"How is that possible?" I mumbled. My eyes are a light blue, the same colour as my Cynthia doll.
"What's not possible?" I heard mummy ask.
"Nothing important" I said.
It doesn't matter even if I did say anything to them about it. If it's something meant to be a secret then they wouldn't tell me the truth anyway. I would have to find out by myself.
Just then the car came to a halt, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I looked up and saw that we were out front of Mrs Stone's office.
I sighed and undid mine and Cynthia's seat belts.
"Your mother and I have some paperwork that needs doing so we'll come back and pick you up at the end of your session at 5.30 pm, okay?" Daddy said and gave me one of his usual worthless smiles.
"Okay" I said in a hardly audible voice and dragged myself to the buildings door.
