This is my first work of fiction. Please read and review.

~Start~

She stormed to her room and slammed the door quite loudly.

“I hate her,” she chanted over and over again.

“Who do you hate?” A voice replied.

She looked up and saw a boy her age on her bed. The teen had dark blue wings, and an eye patch over his right eye. He wore a black coat over black clothes, and she knew that something was wrong with him; that she shouldn’t trust him. But she needed someone to talk to, and this was clearly a figment of her imagination. He couldn’t be real.

“I…hate…Ivy.” She managed. “Ivy…she told the entire school about a secret of mine…” She broke down sobbing again.

“Do you want her dead?” The entity came near her and whispered in her ear while running his hands through her hair.

“Yes, I wish she was! We used to be great friends…” She kept on sobbing. When she looked around again, he was gone. She felt her spirits crash and prayed that her imaginary friend would come back.

The next day, the news had spread all over the school: Ivy had committed suicide. She had slashed her wrists.

“It’s quite a coincidence, don’t you think, Sylvia?” Her friend Kelly asked.

She laughed. “Coincidence? Yeah, quite a big one.” Sylvia answered.

Sylvia couldn’t wait to get home. Was this really a coincidence? He had asked if she wanted Ivy dead. Once she got home, she rushed to her room, only to find her little brother searching through her things.

“What are you doing?!” Sylvia shrieked.

“I’m looking for my video game. Have you seen it?” He asked.

“GO AWAY!” She shouted.

“No, I know you have it.” He crossed his arms and pouted.

Sylvia shoved her brother out of the door. He fell down the stairs, which was right in front of her door, and started crying. This attracted her mom’s attention, who immediately took the side of her younger brother.

“Sylvia, he was just looking for something. He could have gotten a serious injury from a fall like that!” Her mother scolded.

“He was invading my privacy!” Sylvia snapped. “He’s your favorite, so of course you’re going to take his side.”

“Sylvia, I don’t have favorites.” Her mother answered. “You’re grounded for this weekend.”

Sylvia screamed in frustration, went back to her room and slammed the door. “Stupid brother, so... GAAAH!” She began.

“Your brother?” said the voice.

“Yes! I just wish I could kill him!” Sylvia answered. When silence greeted this statement, she felt her heart skip a beat. Was it possible that he took that as a signal to go ahead and murder her brother? No, Ivy was just a coincidence. She willed herself to calm down, but once she heard her mother screaming, she panicked and ran out her room.

“Your brother! He just collapsed!”

“What? Why?” Sylvia felt her heart hammering.

“I don’t know! Call 911!”

The next week, her brother was buried. Sylvia told herself that that was the last victim. It was an accident, so it didn’t count as her fault, right? When she got home, she expected to be favorite once more, like the only child she once was. But things worsened in their home. Her parents just kept comparing her to her brother, and began saying things like “If your brother was here, he’d loved to have had that toy.”

After a few months, Sylvia finally snapped. Her patience had been tested for too long. “You guys keep talking about him, even though he’s dead! Get over it! I’m your only child now!” She screamed at her parents.

“Just because your brother’s dead doesn’t mean we should forget about him!” Her mother shot back. “You’re glad he’s dead, aren’t you?”

“YES, YES I AM!” Sylvia said as she stormed into her room, tears streaming down her face.

“Well you’re grounded!” Her father said.

In that moment of anger, she shouted, “I wish I could hurt YOU, then you'd know how it feels like!”

“Oh really?” The voice replied.

Sylvia felt her heart freeze when she heard that voice. She looked around wildly.

“NO! Please, don’t hurt them!” She pleaded with her invisible friend.

Then she heard a thud. She ran down the stairs, where her mother and father were both on the ground, eyes wide open. It was almost as if they had died of a heart attack, but she knew better.

She peered at her parents, hoping they still had a chance.

"Mom?" She whispered, scared. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. Please be alive....'

******

“Hello Sylvia. How are you today?” The volunteer asked.

“He’s here. He’s never going to leave me alone.” Sylvia muttered.

“That’s right Sylvia. I’ll be your most loyal friend. I’ll never leave you alone, ever again. Aren’t you glad they’re all dead?” He stroked her cheek.

“Get away from me!” Sylvia flailed her arms.

The volunteer was taken aback. Sylvia was indeed crazy.

“Can’t you see him? He’s right behind you!” Sylvia pointed behind the volunteer.

The volunteer looked behind herself. There was nobody there. “Who’s there, Sylvia?”

“HIM!”

“Describe him, please.”

“He’s wearing black clothes, he has an eye patch over his right eye and he has dark blue wings!”

The volunteer shook her head sadly. The poor thing had lost her entire family within the span of one year. “I’ll be back tomorrow Sylvia.”

“DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM!!” Sylvia pleaded.

But the volunteer had left.

“That’s right Sylvia. I have you all to myself now. Aren’t you happy that you have my full love and attention?” He whispered to her, stroking her hair. "I'll be your everything... now that they're gone. Isn't it nice to be all alone? After all, it's what YOU wanted..."