Disclaimer: I don't own...Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, or any of it's characters.
A/N: This story is very short, and it's basicly Coco feeling lonely. It's being "told" by her, but really it's her thinking...I think o.O...I dunno.
Yes, I realize I made Coco seem...bitter, but that's just the kind of mood I'm in right now. And yes, I know I skip around alot...ok, please R&R...and enjoy!
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It's been a long time since I felt something other than insanity. But lately, I have. A new feeling has taken it's place. I feel lost, icolated. Just like...when I was first created...on that island.
I'm not sure when I started feeling this way. Maybe it was when I realized I had gone crazy. Or maybe when I realized I had been abandoned by my creator, even after I saved her life. She would have gone crazy without me. That's why she created me. To protect her, to keep her sane.
We were...such good friends. We would play and talk all day. I was her...protector...her only friend. And then the rescue team came. My heart was torn as I watched my friend, my only friend...my creator...being taken away by beings I had never seen. She seemed happy to be with them...so I stayed back. And I was left behind.
As I watched the strange flying creature fly away with my only friend, I sat down...and cried myself to sleep. For the first time since my creation...I felt...lonely. The only pain equal to death.
Of corse, a rescue team (as later I found out...) came back to get me. But they did not take me back to my friend as I hoped. They took me to a boarding house for...unwanted friends. My friend did not want me anymore. I had served my purpose. I was usless now that she was back with her familly. I was...unwanted.
And they wonder why I act the way I do. Crazy. Frenetic. But I guess I'm not the only one here who has been abandoned by the ones they thought were thier friends. I just have a different way of dealing with it. And my friends love me, even if I am a little hard to get used to. But I only wish they could understand me. Even surrounded by friends, it can get pretty lonely when no body knows what you're really talking about.
And besides. Friends are a joke. They don't really care. They will eventually leave you when you no longer seem usefull. I'll alwase be lonely. But my so called "friends"... will never know how I feel. I'll alwase seem happy. Hyper. And that's the way it should be.
One day...maybe I'll run away from this place...and try to find that island where I was first created. Perhaps I can re-live the part of my life when I was truely happy; stranded on a desert island with the only person in the world who ever understood me. The person who loved me. The person who will be in my heart forever.
But untill then, I will remain here, at Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends...a place for unwanted friends...dreaming of things that were never ment to be...
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Okay...that's it. Sorry for the extreme short-ness. I hope you liked it...if so, please let me know! I'm feeling depressed...as I'm sure you can tell by the fic I just wrote :P
